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Real Name: Connor
What you'd like to be called when not RPng: Ricky
Age: 19
Home Country: USA
Fluent English?: Yes
Mic?: Yes
Gender: Male
Gamertag: RickyDawg
How social are you (Low/Moderate/High): Moderate
Any other experience role-playing?: D&D
Usual play times: Evenings
Have you read and understood the rules: Yes


Character Name: Aldon Bossel
Title: Adventurer
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Specialty: Engineering and Murder
Personality: Chaotic, quiet, uneasy.
Biography: Aldon is an electrical engineer during the day and a devious assassin at night. When he was 16, Aldon was approached by his uncle who asked to join him in their ancestor’s Cult of Assassins. There was only one rule in the cult; to keep their identity safe. Aldon’s uncle told him every Bossel to become 16 years of age is inducted into the Cult as tradition. When inducted, new members are told of Arian Bossel’s stealth suit which he wore decades ago as the head of the cult of assassins. This suit is said to turn the wearer invisible to make the perfect assassin. Arian was granted this suit after he had murdered the emperor in a far out land for a dark and devious creature. There are clues as to where the suit has been hidden but no exact location. Aldon now travels the world looking for adventure and more clues to finding the Suit of Arian Bossel.

Lastly, Do you agree to record your journey in this forum. Absolutely

Quote from ausdog

Will the server be up today?

Quote from Ideologic_Panda

Matt I think that if we build a "spawn" with some signs directing the random players to this thread. On the OP you could have a codeword that they have to message to you in a text message. Then and only then can they play. If they are to lazy to do that then they don't belong in the game.

Quote from yaygiraffes

caleb--your biography lacks so much detail. it's very bland, very grammatically incorrect, and it just needs some sprucing up.

drgreen--you failed to follow rules; this is an autodeny.

i'm in a very bitter mood right now, from working so much and not getting to take a much needed nap. taking this into consideration, you should feel very lucky i didn't rip your biographies apart.

toodles,
rach

Quote from Iphenom

Real Name: Scott
What you'd like to be called when not RPng: Phenom
Age: 20
Home Country: US
Fluent English?: Yes
Mic?: Yes
Gender: Male
Gamertag: Insane Phenom
How social are you (Low/Moderate/High): High
Any other experience role-playing?: No
Usual play times: 1pm-all day
Have you read and understood the rules Yes

Character Name: Phenom
Title: The one with arrows
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Specialty: Able to launch arrows from a distance at any target.
Affiliation (FrostFang/Tristram): FrostFang
Personality: Funny but Dark when needed
Biography: I grew up with just my father after my mother was attacked and killed, i had a hard life growing up with my father heckling me for hours at a time to get better at everything i do so when he is gone i can take care of myself. He put a lot of time and effort into making me be able to stand tall and protect myself for who ever may see me as a threat. My father was a expert bowmen and i knew i wanted to be able to do what he could do just better, so every morning i would practice for hours until i could not move my arms no more. As the years went on my father past away and it was just me holding down the farm i grew up on. Now i am just looking for a place where i can settle in and show people what i have learned and what i can do from my father and make him proud.

Quote from enderman12

Real name:German
What would I like to be called when not in RPng:GMan
Age:14(and a half)
Home country:USA
Mic:yes
Gender:make
Gamertag:SampledPoet0784
How social are you:depends but mostly moderate
Any other experience role playing:yes
Usual play times:weekdays 4-10weekend all day
Have you read and understood the rules:yes
Character name: wrathgar
title:wrathgar the novice
age:19
Gender:male
Specialty:archery
Affiliation:frostfang
Personality:dedicated,comical,strong hearted
Biography:After his teacher was killed by a member of the tristran he promised to himself that he would avenge him by joining the frostfangs and killing every member of the Tristan with the bow his teacher made for him

Quote from iGhoulish

Real Name: Nathan
What you'd like to be called when not RPng: Nate
Age: 18
Home Country: U.S.
Fluent English?: Yes.
Mic?: Yes.
Gender: Male.
Gamertag: iGhoulish
How social are you (Low/Moderate/High): High
Any other experience role-playing?: Yes. I used to Role Play on several Naruto Forums, Pokémon Forums, Bleach Forums, among many other sites.
Usual play times: Whenever I really decide to get on. I'm normally on every day though.
Have you read and understood the rules: Yes, I have read and understood rules, and thus understand the consequences in which will be enforced should I act against said rules.

Character Name: Ventium Absol (Yes, I did use the greatest Pokémon name ever as my last name.)
Title: Ventium "The Venom Claw" Absol
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Specialty: Ventium is gifted at developing Poisons which can be applied to his weapons, or the weapons of his allies. Ventium is typically a close-range fighter, which is why he uses these "perks."
Affiliation (FrostFang/Tristram): Tristram
Personality: Ventium is unusually calm for a soldier who has seen war. He keeps himself quite separate from most other individuals, simply because everybody believes that underneath his calm exterior, in lies a "Heart of Venom." This is not a play-on-words for anything; People literally believe he has venom running through his veins, since he has so much contact with poisons and other materials related to the substance. Although he is calm at his home with the rest of the Tristrams, once he is placed on the battlefield, he becomes an analytical strategist, and more fierce than even the biggest of all warheads.
Biography: Ventium was born long before the wars began and these vicious exiles began, so he never imagined he'd be one of those who slipped up and was sent off from those he knew and loved. Ventium was far too incessant on finding the perfect poison, starting from a young age, sixteen to be exact. He would catch Cave Spiders and kill them for the sheer pleasure of dissecting them in order to research their poisonous sacs. To the average people of his village, Ansetua, he was labeled a madman and a freak, but behind all that strange research and scientific insanity lied an unbelievably intelligent young man. Ventium grew up in a normal family, no strange things about any of them. They all simply lived life as a normal family would; Work, spend time together, eat dinner, and sleep. The routine was the same everyday, but come nightfall, Ventium lived a different life. At night, Ventium would sneak out the window of his room, and visit the mineshaft in the neighboring village of Ensuke, where Cave Spiders roamed more freely than sheep in a meadow. Ventium felt no harm in experimenting on these spiders, after all, he was ridding Ensuke of a nuisance that plagued their villagers. Come every third week of a month, the Cave Spiders would emerge from the cave and attack the villagers, then steal what food they could rummage, whether they be crops, or well-hunted and cooked meat. For the last three months however, the spiders never attacked the village. This was because the Cave Spiders were slowly being taken, killed, and dissected one-by-one by Ventium. Ventium didn't even go back home until early in the mornings because he would experiment on the spiders in the cave, their own habitat. One terrible night however, it was storming, and though it was raining until hail fell, Ventium still went to the cave. Ventium had a near obsession with experimentation on these spiders. As he was experimenting in the cave, one of the spiders came loose from the cages, in which he kept them, and escaped out of the mineshaft. Of course, Ventium being Ventium, he chased after the spider, only to have found it feasting upon the body of a young girl it had caught. Anger grew in his eyes, and with one mighty blow, he swung his sword and cut the head of the spider off. Now, if he had been wise enough to remember that Cave Spider blood was red, same as humans, he wouldn't have immediately done that with villagers coming just beyond the horizon. The villagers saw what Ventium had done, and immediately assumed that he had killed the girl, without taking note that there was a large Cave Spider right beside him. The villagers had already heard stories of a boy who went around experimenting on spiders, and knew it must be him. The villagers immediately captured him and took him to his home village, where the leader stood, shaking his head in utter shame at what the boy had supposedly done. Due to his crimes, he was sentenced to five years in exile to another village. Ventium was sentenced to live out his days in a dirty village with no means of food, or fresh water; This village was called Incendium. This was simply a nickname for it, since it was a literal hell to live in. Ventium could not stay in this village for five years, he might as well have been executed. With this in mind, he recalled stories of a war which was starting among to separate factions. Ventium had no choice, he had to start preparing himself for war, for if he didn't, he would simply die a more prolonged and miserable death in Incendium. He spent most of his days developing a bow from the plentiful wood around the village, and teaching himself cropping skills. Since most other people in the village of Incendium were also exiles, he was forced to spend each night fighting off the pillagers and heathens who roamed the streets, willing to do anything for even a slight seed. Ventium had been gathering his seeds and materials from the village surrounding, while others were far too lazy to lift their hands for anything, unless it was to steal. Ventium was not a strong fighter like most of the other exiles, but he had one thing in which he had greater experience than others; He could develop powerful poisons. Ventium shaped out a small wooden dagger using bark from the nearby forest, then took the poison he had made from the many seasons of experimenting on spiders and let it soak so deathly into the bark of the dagger. Whenever Ventium was attacked, he simply got a small wound on the enemy, then let the battle drag out until the poison took the exiles to their grave. By the time Ventium turned eighteen, which was two years into his exile, an army general rode out to the village, requesting that he join them in their war. Ventium had been waiting for this moment and generously accepted the offer. Ventium was not in a serious position, and simply stood as a soldier on the front lines, but with his experience in developing poisons, he and the rest of the army simply took a small dip of poison on the tip of their weapons, and went to war. Ventium had received much prestige, and moved up in ranks to become a Second-Hand Commander to the General who picked him up. Although, the fame would only last so long before he made a mistake. His thorough studying and war drove him to the brink of slight insanity, and he began to take his own brethren from the army to experiment on. He was very secretive and only took soldiers who were not so recognized in the war. It took about nine years for all these experiments to be discovered. If Ventium had a little more sense, he wouldn't have kept the experimented bodies in a storage deep below his home, but he was interested in the long term effects of the poison. One night, the General came to visit his home; He had actually shown up to place him at First Commanding Officer behind himself, but he noticed some blood on the doorknob of his storage room door, and proceeded to enter, where he experienced such terror and horror that it could not be placed in words. He immediately called the fellow officers and soldiers to Ventium's home where they proceeded to shackle him. They were originally going to execute him with a sword, the old-fashioned way, but instead they injected the poison that he had used on so many of his comrades, and threw him off in the middle of nowhere. If it weren't for all the exposure to the poison, he might have died, but instead, he got up, and while dizzy, drowsy, and nearly incapable of feeling his body, he managed to wander to a group which named themselves the Tristram. If it weren't for all his recent crimes, he would have gone back to his original village, since his original exile time was over with, but now there was nowhere to go. He decided that he had to hold himself together and work with this group, in prayers that he would not be forced to roam without a place to go again. Luckily, he young and capable of participating in war, or they may not have kept him around.

Quote from Swagginton

Application:
Real Name: Adam
What you'd like to be called when not RPng: Swag​
Age: 16
Home Country: Canada
Fluent English?: Yes
Mic?: no broke it
Gender: male
Gamertag: Tweetrs
How social are you (Low/Moderate/High): Moderate
Any other experience role-playing?: yes
Usual play times: all day, era day
Have you read and understood the rules: yes

Char application
Character Name: Swagginton
Title: Mage
Age: 3705
Gender: male
Specialty: Magic
Affiliation (FrostFang/Tristram): Solo
Personality: Solo, goes with what feels right
Biography:
a wizard or sorcerer, a prophet, a bard, an adviser and a tutor. is appeared as an old, wise man, freely giving his wisdom to four successive Minecraftian kings. He is a dotting old fool, who can't control his lust over beautiful women, who hold him in fear and contempt. He is even appeared as a madman after bloody battle, and had fled into the forest and learned how to talk to the animals, where he became known as the Wild Man of the Woods. Swagginton is the last of the druid, the Celtic shaman, priest of nature, and keeper of knowledge, particularly of the arcane secrets.

Quote from LethalCrafter66

Maybe sponges, chain armor, basically anything for decoration you cant get in survival. also golden apples would be nice.
And matt, i have an idea for a new quest, possibly involving a stronghold or have a race to find a special structure, etc, etc.