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Sep 19, 2012((Sorry I've been gone for a while, just a few unexpected things going on and I couldn't post))Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
As Trinphos treks back to the camp where the others were to return the stolen items, he notices a battle going on near the beaches. "Who is that?" Trinphos wondered to himself as he sees the two gods battling on the sandy ground. He starts to sprint back to the beaches to see what is going on
Sep 13, 2012"Crap, he's seen me!" He said under his breath. He begins to run towards the beaches, attempts to slow down the man who is chasing him. A few minutes away from the beach, Trinphos goes up to a few loose rocks and pulls one out, causing an avalanche.Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Sep 13, 2012Trinphos is hidding in the small cave for a few hours, until things settle down. After about 4 hours of waiting, he notices that it is night and leaves the cave. "Okay, there is definatly some people living here, I may aswell head to the beach again to get a better look at my surroundings just in-case something like this happens again. Then again, I could always head back to those other Gods, maybe they'll know what is going on..." After this, he silently creeped out of the cave, making sure that he isn't noticed, and heads towards the other Gods and GoddessesPosted in: Forum Roleplaying
Sep 12, 2012"Ach, what am I going to do?" He wondered to himself. Then he had an idea, he grabbed a steel sword from the chest and leaped out the window and ran in to the island's wilderness, then he stumbles upon other Gods and Goddesses. "Crap, when that other guy comes, I'll be beaten to a pulp!" Instead of stopping and hiding, he kept on running then hid in a small cave a few yards away from the other Gods and GoddessesPosted in: Forum Roleplaying
Sep 12, 2012After widling the stick for an hour and giving it a nice, sharp point, Trinphos starts to explore the island. "Man, there is no way that I am the only one here, there is even a small scratch on the tree here." After exploring a bit, Trinphos finds himself near a small hut, looking as if it is still being used. "I wonder who is here..." he thought tom himself as he searched through a small chest in the house.Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Sep 11, 2012crazycreeper290 posted a message on >> Mistral City RP Server << [SUPER-CLOSED] [YOGSCAST]I'd say to do a Fantasy kind of RP, with a wide variety of races and such, instead of just two or threePosted in: PC Servers
Sep 11, 2012crazycreeper290 posted a message on >> Mistral City RP Server << [SUPER-CLOSED] [YOGSCAST]IGN: crazycreeper290Posted in: PC Servers
Character Age: 21
Fears: Death, Mineshafts, and Guards
Strengths: Daggers, stealth, and pick-poketing
Occupation: Caravan / Trader
Backstory: J'Arzon was born in a town in a large pine-forest. His family was poor, and had to steal and trade what they had just to get by. His father was Dar'Razon, an incredible thief, and his mother was Ma'Zori, a scammer. She usually tricked her victims by claiming the gold they were giving would go to charity. When J'Arzon was 6, his father trained him how to pick-pocket. This is a skill that he would use for the rest of his life. He even stole from his father a few times using this trick. He kept practicing this until he was 8, when his father decided he was old enough to wield a weapon. His father gave him a steel blade that his father took off of a guard in the town. This sword is what J'Arzon is using to this day.
Later on in his life, when he was 13, his family was in trouble. It was a cold day in the village when a guard came knocking on the door. "Yes?", answered Dar'Razon. "We are the guards of this town, and it appears that you have been stealing from the citizens here for about 7 years?" said one of the guards. "Crap..." mumbled Dar, under his breath. "Alright, you are coming with me!" shouted the guard as a pulled out his sword. "J'A! Get your mother and run!" Shouted Dar while wrestling with the guard. J'Arzon took his blade and tried to attack the guard. He stabbed the guard in the leg. It gave them enough time to escape the guards and run out in to the surrounding forests. They never came back to that town.
The family was now living in tents in the wild, trying to sell some stolen goods to the travelers who came near. One day, J'Arzon decided it was enough. "I can go in to town, and I can try to save us." claimed J'a, as he was talking to his parents around the fire one night. "I can get us all a big house, and live like normal people!". He went to his tent, and wasn't found there in the morning. He had gone in to town, and started to trade with some people. A few days later, he came back to his parents and laid a sack with 250 golden coins on a wooden log that they used as a table. His parents stared at disbelief. "And this is just the begining," said J'a, "I can stay in the town for a month, living in an inn, and make money selling these things to them! The idea of a house for us is not that far away!". For a few more months, his family was selling all of these items that they had stolen, and, after many years, they had enough gold for a large house in a town that was not too far away.
They bought the house, but when J'a was 18, he decided to take a bit of gold, and head to Mistral City in order to get a real house there. And, after 3 years, this is where his story begins.
EDIT: Sorry for posting this, I just noticed that the server is no longer accepting apps at the moment.
Sep 10, 2012"Where am I?" Wondered Trinphos as he lands on a beach. He is wet, as he has been in the sea for about 20 minutes, wondering the same thing he is wondering now. "Hello?", he yells as he stumbles up the beach. "Is anyone here?" Once more, he hears nothing. Not knowing what to expect next, Trinphos sits on the beach, grabs a twig and a stone from beneath the sand, and starts to sharpen the stick.Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
(Bold is what he is saying, Italics is what he is thinking, and normal writing is what he is doing)
Sep 9, 2012Name: TrinphosPosted in: Forum Roleplaying
Canon or original: Original
Mental age: 14
God of: Betrayal, revolution
Personality: Trinphos is a very secretive youth. He normally keeps to himself. He is a loose cannon and a very evil God. He enjoys tricking some of the other Gods and Goddesses. In battle, he is usually taking care of himself and not caring for his fellow Gods and Goddesses
Appearence: Trinphos is a tall God, about 6 feet tall. He has dark brown hair and light blue eyes. He also has incredably pale skin
Suggestions: Nothing that I can think of.
Other: He is skilled with daggers and short swords. He can not accuratly fire a bow.
How did you find this RP: I found it through looking at a platoon of servers for RP, I found this one, and it seemed interesting.
Jul 5, 2012crazycreeper290 posted a message on [FANTASY RP] Asmalur - Land of the Dragon [1.8.1] [MEDIEVAL] [GREYLIST]Name: Endryn GlacinPosted in: PC Servers
Biography: Endryn Glacin was born in a small cottage in the Tundra, miles away from any town. His parents were Sariphus Glacink, a marvelous weaver, and Geradyn Glacin, a courier for a private company, based 4 miles from the cottage. Growing up, Endryn faced the harsh world of living out of the way, far from civilization. His father would be gone for days, delivering messages, and his mother would treat him harshly. He was taught to farm, cut down a tree, and to mine, skills to prove useful to him in the future. On day, after being whipped by his father, and years of being yelled at by his parents, he runs away. When he was ten, under the cover of darkness, he takes a small sack and leaves. However, as he was escaping his father noticed him about fifty feet from the cottage. The father reaches for his bow. "Where are you going, child!" he yells while arming his bow. Endryn pays no attention to his father. "I will shoot you if you don't come back here, do you hear me?" Geradyn shouts. Endryn continues to run from the cottage, now running into a pine forest. "You're dead now, boy!" Geradyn yells as he fires at Endryn, who takes cover behind a tree. As his father was reloading, he ran into the forest to hide from his father. He manages to escape after fifteen minutes of constant waiting and running.
Alone in the wilderness, Endryn starts to use the skills he learned to find a town. Thankfully, he was able to steal his father's compass. He was able to travel to the west to stumble upon the town of Mirysk. Coming in to the town, he went in to a small hut, a shop owned by a courier. "I wish to be trained to become a courier" Endryn told the owner. The man stood there, stroking his beard. "I haven't had many apprentices, so sure. I can train you." said the courier. The man, Frindyr, taught Endryn some of the ins and outs of being a courier. When Endryn was twelve, he had delivered thirty messages. However, not all of them were in peace. Endryn was then thirteen, delivering messages all across the land. A lord by the name of Trenyt Resfur was at war with a small terror group that continuously attacked his land and his citizens. Trenyt needed to send a message to a suspected member of that terror group, and he told Endryn to deliver it. Endryn traveled to a small hut outside of the city of Essdari. He knocked on the door when he was greated by a tall, bulky human. "Who are you?" Asked the man. "I am a courier, Lord Trenyt asked me to deliver this to you." The man read the letter, then crumpled it up in a fist and started to become hostile. "You work for him?" He snarled. "Tell your boss that I will not stop with my plans and that all he can do is watch as his little world crumbles!" The man pulls out a dagger and starts to swing at Endryn. Endryn reaches for a sword that is hooked on to his belt. Endryn grabs his sword and cuts the man's wrist, forcing him to drop the dagger. Yet the man still fought. He tried to punch Endryn in the face, but due to his injuries, he has become weak. Endryn then takes the man's dagger and stabs him in the shoulder, leaving him injured on the side of his shack.
Many years pass by and nothing has happened to Endryn, aside from delivering messages, nothing new has happened until now. Endryn is now twenty-five and is out delivering a message to a person living far from his office, when a hitman goes near his office. He pulls out a torch, thinking that Endryn is inside. He starts to light the dry, pine wood floor with the torch, then flees the scene. When Endryn comes back, he finds the shop to be nothing more than a smoldering ruin. Unemployed, he soon decided to leave the town, knowing that the fire wasn't cause by an accident. He fled, back east to find a new home. He traveled for a few weeks until finding the town of Ledicort. He settled there and started a courier buisness. "Glacin Courier Shoppe" is what he named it. He started to send messangers to slaves, peasants, and nobles, and so is fame grew. He soon started send messages to the higher kings and queens in the land. Now for the rest of his life, up until now, he has lived a relativly peacful life of a courier. Now, he has been recently unemployed, due to a small "Magma leak" near the building. He is now trying to bring his buisness back to life.
What times do you like to play: Whenever I get the chance to.
Have you read the server lore: Yes
Have you read the rules: Yes
How did you find this server: I found it while searching for an RP server and this looked promising, so I'm hoping to join it.
Jun 20, 2012crazycreeper290 posted a message on DirkaCraft [1.2.5] 24/7! [Towny][Economy][Jobs][McMMO][Arenas][Ranks]IGN: crazycreeper290Posted in: Minecraft Survival Servers (archive)
Time Zone: Central Standard Time
Age: 11, going to be 12 in August
Why you want to join the server: It seems like a nice community with some potential to be an incredable server.
What you can offer to the server: I am an excellent builder in Minecraft, I am a nice player, and I always follow the set rules of the server
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