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Post by llama on Oct 3, 2016 17:16:54 GMT -4
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high fantasy world
average fantasy races
first come first serve
will probably only make one, most would definitely be three
Ah, hello Life!
You have come into this world with no destination, no map to guide you! Well let me let you in on a little secret.. you just end up old and covered in blood either way!
You may have your dozens of sniveling gods and devout clerics and paladins, but I'll tell you now; none of that shit matters until you're in the ground and by then you would've had all your fun! Ohohoho!
Now, Life, since you have been in this world for quite a bit I desire to know exactly what you want me to call you!
(Name.)
Right, I heard of some bullock with the same name that got his head chopped off wandering through the woods! Now, give me a description of yourself.
Magnificent! Now, to experience the full thrill of life err.. life you must pick one of the most more... dangerous? Thoughtless? Careless? Whatever the word may be, professions.
I'm sure a numbskull like you would die just scything wheat for your entire life, but that wouldn't be interesting now, would it? (pick yer profession ex. bandit, soldier, adventurer, w/e. you can change professions throughout the RP.)
A job like that? That can't lead to even the smallest of satisfaction in your sex life. Ohohoho! Tell me, how is your sex life? And the rest of your life? Got any friends that I could call on if I feel lonely in the night? (short bio)
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Post by llama on Oct 4, 2016 20:21:43 GMT -4
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Post by imaginativeavian on Oct 5, 2016 1:56:15 GMT -4
Now, Life, since you have been in this world for quite a bit I desire to know exactly what you want me to call you!
"I'd like to be called Valente Sanna."
Right, I heard of some bullock with the same name that got his head chopped off wandering through the woods! Now, give me a description of yourself.
"How awful! Well..I think I've got olive skin. And I'm a little tall, but not much more than the average height..whatever that is. My body might as well be a board, it's a little stiff." their explanation was interjected with a wavery laugh. "Oh! I've got brown eyes, too. My face is heart shaped, and I've got this hooked nose. And thick eyebrows, too. Some freckles. My hair's dark brown, it ends around the base of my neck. Very wavy, and a bit course. Oh, did I mention that I'm a girl? Might want to mention that, yea. I wear a black, long sleeved shirt and trousers. And an olive green tunic with a black belt at the waist. And slip on shoes."
Magnificent! Now, to experience the full thrill of life err.. life you must pick one of the most more... dangerous? Thoughtless? Careless? Whatever the word may be, professions.
I'm sure a numbskull like you would die just scything wheat for your entire life, but that wouldn't be interesting now, would it? (pick yer profession ex. bandit, soldier, adventurer, w/e. you can change professions throughout the RP.)
"A numbskull, huh. And to answer your question, I want to become a medic, travel through different places, you know."
A job like that? That can't lead to even the smallest of satisfaction in your sex life. Ohohoho! Tell me, how is your sex life? And the rest of your life? Got any friends that I could call on if I feel lonely in the night? (short bio)
The person makes their voice unnaturally low, as if for comedic effect. "Oh, I can get with six gals in one night with some proper smooth talking," they laughed again, as if they couldn't keep it in. Then, their voice shifted back to conversational.
"Well, I'm the oldest kid in my family. My little brothers are three and five years younger than me. We all grew up in this coastal city- big on trade, we've got this huge harbor. Some big markets and libraries and universities sprung up in the downtown area as a result, since a lot of conventions were held there. Hell, my father held a job at one of the bigger colleges, just transcribing texts and gathering documents for the library and professors. He used to take me to attend lectures when I was small. I actually began taking anatomy courses a few years later. The science departments had grown big enough for local government to de-criminalize post-mortem dissections and autopsies...under very strict circumstances, of course. They're still taking their sweet time merging the magical and scientific aspects in medical courses. Part of the reason why I'm traveling, actually. Just to broaden my horizons. Wow, my brothers are gonna start studying soon! I'm almost CERTAIN Leo's gonna look into older forms of magic. Thermon..I can't imagine him getting all that into schooling, but I'm interested to see how it turns out...Oh, I'm getting off topic, sorry about that! Well, that's me. I'm Valente."
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Post by 1 on Oct 5, 2016 4:32:31 GMT -4
Now, Life, since you have been in this world for quite a bit I desire to know exactly what you want me to call you!
"My name is Trevor Lewis. I, uh, usually go by Mr. Lewis."
Right, I heard of some bullock with the same name that got his head chopped off wandering through the woods! Now, give me a description of yourself.
" Uh, myself?... To start, human. I'm a man. Uh... people sometimes say I'm built like a coffin, and with the opposite warmth. Heh. I've got curly hair, short. Black. The hair, I mean. I've got green eyes, from my ma, I think. I'm really tall... I mentioned that already, shit. I've got some rather tanned skin, and quite a bit of scars. Uh, not very deep ones, just a lot of small ones from small accidents or burns or animals. My hands are practically buried under the damn things. My clothes tend to change a lot with terrain and all, but the one thing I always keep is this nice pair of calfskin boots I bought myself. You see, my left leg is just slightly shorter than the other, so I had these boots custom made with a little compensator in there. I still can't run all that well, but it gives me a lot of freedom otherwise."
Magnificent! Now, to experience the full thrill of life err.. life you must pick one of the most more... dangerous? Thoughtless? Careless? Whatever the word may be, professions.
I'm sure a numbskull like you would die just scything wheat for your entire life, but that wouldn't be interesting now, would it?
"Heh. Tried it once. I'm too restless for that, I guess-- There's a lot to see out there. Uh, I'd call myself an adventurer. Some prefer vagrant... I never beg, though! I go from town to town and see the world. I know a little bit of magic, which helps to keep the bandits off of me, but I do prefer travelling in groups. Luckily, I'm pretty strong and picked up a little trapping, so I rarely go hungry. I can do a few odd jobs if I do need to... I always like to carry a little extra currency on me, though. Just in case."
A job like that? That can't lead to even the smallest of satisfaction in your sex life. Ohohoho! Tell me, how is your sex life? And the rest of your life? Got any friends that I could call on if I feel lonely in the night?
"I believe a man should not lie with a woman they are not willing to die for. Uh, beyond that, I've lead a pretty good life. Pa was a soldier, and died real early, but Ma was able to raise us pretty good. The village pitched in, cause Pa was a real good man, and they felt they owed him. Oh yeah, I was born with a fucked up leg. Funny that, all my brothers come out healthy as an ox, and I come out last and lame."
Trevor coughed. He didn't really have to, but it felt right.
"Well, not totally fucked but enough. Until I got these boots, I walked with a limp, and running was a dream. I never really got to play or work with the others, so I stuck around the village and learned what I could. The Priest, a man called John Nis, took a real liking to me, even taught me to read. He was a real good man, that guy. Taught me a lot about staying moral and helping your fellows, you know? I guess that's sort of why I wander now. I always felt like I could do some more good out there, more than just farming. Maybe that's greedy, I don't know. Uh... friends? I've got a lot, yeah. I'd say most of them are good people, but I don't want to grow too attached if I'm off wandering. Every year, when I try to write home, I always send a word to Sarah and Fred. Those two are probably my best friends, really. Uh... Please don't try to call on Sarah, for your own safety, haha."
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Post by llama on Oct 5, 2016 21:15:47 GMT -4
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Post by llama on Oct 5, 2016 21:34:27 GMT -4
The RP is CLOSED: one person has messaged me preserving their spot, filling the maximum of three slots.
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Post by llama on Oct 18, 2016 23:04:47 GMT -4
nvm, one more person can join. if you wanna get a feel for the rp look at the other ongoing threads
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Post by llama on Oct 26, 2016 9:35:48 GMT -4
(there's one opening in here if anyone wants to join!!)
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Post by llama on Oct 31, 2016 9:28:14 GMT -4
simplified CS if someone wants to join. i still expect that if you were to join you'd be up for decent replies (a few sentences/paragraph(s) depending on the situation). NO ONE SENTENCE/NON DETAILED REPLIES
world is really malleable; player can add their own little quirks into the world and as long as it's not super outlandish or you're not just making it up on the whim to help your character i'll accept it
Name:
Appearance (you can develop their appearance more throughout the RP):
Short bio (include occupation):
I will make up the country you live in. The world is based on 1500 Europe; so far the current established nations is the HRE, Commonwealth, and Muscovy (Russia).. you can request in your bio which country you'd prefer to be in that I could develop (France, Castile, Aragon, Portugal, Burgundy, Denmark, England, etc., etc.)
character's threads are interwoven; you can meet up and what one character does will affect everyone's world
PM/post any questions!!
make sure you'd be active!!
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Post by Pawzkat on Oct 31, 2016 10:00:14 GMT -4
marking,
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Post by marc122 on Nov 5, 2016 22:12:27 GMT -4
Now, Life, since you have been in this world for quite a bit I desire to know exactly what you want me to call you!
"They call me Jeston Ondrej!" He shouted, loud and proud, as he folded his arms with an rather awkward smirk.
Right, I heard of some bullock with the same name that got his head chopped off wandering through the woods! Now, give me a description of yourself.
Jeston looked down. He was wearing the clothing of the average 1500's European farmer, only that his clothing looked rather a little dirty. He then looked forward at the questioner.
"Well, I got brown hair... And b-brown eyes. I have a pointy beard, and damn, does it look good (Correction: Jeston's pointy beard is messy). I have a godly face with the chins, and stuff. And I look like I haven't been even eatng beyond the suggested limits. (Correction: Jeston is rather a little chubby.)"
Magnificent! Now, to experience the full thrill of life err.. life you must pick one of the most more... dangerous? Thoughtless? Careless? Whatever the word may be, professions.
I'm sure a numbskull like you would die just scything wheat for your entire life, but that wouldn't be interesting now, would it? (pick yer profession ex. bandit, soldier, adventurer, w/e. you can change professions throughout the RP.)
"Hmm... I'm a warrior!"
A job like that? That can't lead to even the smallest of satisfaction in your sex life. Ohohoho! Tell me, how is your sex life? And the rest of your life? Got any friends that I could call on if I feel lonely in the night? (short bio)
Jeston brightened, as if he got an idea, and took a deep breath.
"Why, I was born in the best family that could ever be. I got signed into one of the finest warrior schools and graduated at the top classes! Now, I might've lived on a farm, but I'm sure I practiced enough to maintain my skills as I await for my chance to finally shine. Stat!"
(The reality: Jeston was born into a middle-to-low class family, and probably didn't have a good life, so he wanted to look superior. He grew up listening legends of heroes and wishing to become like one of them. He did get signed into a warrior school, but due to problems following instructions, he was eventually dropped out. Even after growing up to become a single peasant farmer, he held onto the self-made beliefs that he would soon become a legend.
The reason why it's kind of vague is because I'm trying to stick to his character.)
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Post by llama on Nov 12, 2016 18:11:46 GMT -4
Now, Life, since you have been in this world for quite a bit I desire to know exactly what you want me to call you! "They call me Jeston Ondrej!" He shouted, loud and proud, as he folded his arms with an rather awkward smirk. Right, I heard of some bullock with the same name that got his head chopped off wandering through the woods! Now, give me a description of yourself. Jeston looked down. He was wearing the clothing of the average 1500's European farmer, only that his clothing looked rather a little dirty. He then looked forward at the questioner. "Well, I got brown hair... And b-brown eyes. I have a pointy beard, and damn, does it look good (Correction: Jeston's pointy beard is messy). I have a godly face with the chins, and stuff. And I look like I haven't been even eatng beyond the suggested limits. (Correction: Jeston is rather a little chubby.)" Magnificent! Now, to experience the full thrill of life err.. life you must pick one of the most more... dangerous? Thoughtless? Careless? Whatever the word may be, professions. I'm sure a numbskull like you would die just scything wheat for your entire life, but that wouldn't be interesting now, would it? (pick yer profession ex. bandit, soldier, adventurer, w/e. you can change professions throughout the RP.) "Hmm... I'm a warrior!" A job like that? That can't lead to even the smallest of satisfaction in your sex life. Ohohoho! Tell me, how is your sex life? And the rest of your life? Got any friends that I could call on if I feel lonely in the night? (short bio) Jeston brightened, as if he got an idea, and took a deep breath. "Why, I was born in the best family that could ever be. I got signed into one of the finest warrior schools and graduated at the top classes! Now, I might've lived on a farm, but I'm sure I practiced enough to maintain my skills as I await for my chance to finally shine. Stat!" (The reality: Jeston was born into a middle-to-low class family, and probably didn't have a good life, so he wanted to look superior. He grew up listening legends of heroes and wishing to become like one of them. He did get signed into a warrior school, but due to problems following instructions, he was eventually dropped out. Even after growing up to become a single peasant farmer, he held onto the self-made beliefs that he would soon become a legend. The reason why it's kind of vague is because I'm trying to stick to his character.) haven't forgotten about you; i plan to make your thread by Tuesday.. within that realm will depend on my drive to write/how busy i am. |
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 13, 2016 0:25:36 GMT -4
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Post by llama on Nov 13, 2016 0:26:56 GMT -4
I'll join if you don't abandon it aka are slots open? i'll host if u actually do more than 1 sentence replies |
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 13, 2016 0:31:30 GMT -4
Deal, cs coming up in a few
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Nov 13, 2016 0:41:04 GMT -4
Name: Michael Basque
Appearance: Michael is 5'6, average weight is 150 pounds. Michael is a Caucasian male with brown eyes, and short, brown hair. (I'm terrible at these things, I'll develop it more in the isrp)
Bio: Michael had a pretty crummy childhood. His parents abused him, and he did pretty terrible school wise, as his parents would taunt him by hiding schoolwork or destroying it. After he was kicked out of the house, Michael developed alcoholism, and struggled to find employment. Eventually, a bartender by the name of Cooke employed him as a waiter at his bar. Cooke took a liking to Michael, and the two developed a close friendship. The bartender gave Michael room and board, in exchange for his duties. Cooke signed into his will that Michael would own the bar when he passed, and a small loan of money to get started. In between shifts he slowly became literate. Cooke has recently died, thus passing ownership of the bar to Michael. However, Michael has a mid life crisis concerning confidence in his abilities and to socialize with other people.
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Post by llama on Nov 28, 2016 20:18:56 GMT -4
marc122 The Villa Strangiatolore thread incoming within the week. CSs will have to be update to incorporate the bounty of new information. posting on all threads are ceased until the lore thread is out.
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Post by llama on Dec 1, 2016 8:44:57 GMT -4
Now, Life, since you have been in this world for quite a bit I desire to know exactly what you want me to call you! "They call me Jeston Ondrej!" He shouted, loud and proud, as he folded his arms with an rather awkward smirk. Right, I heard of some bullock with the same name that got his head chopped off wandering through the woods! Now, give me a description of yourself. Jeston looked down. He was wearing the clothing of the average 1500's European farmer, only that his clothing looked rather a little dirty. He then looked forward at the questioner. "Well, I got brown hair... And b-brown eyes. I have a pointy beard, and damn, does it look good (Correction: Jeston's pointy beard is messy). I have a godly face with the chins, and stuff. And I look like I haven't been even eatng beyond the suggested limits. (Correction: Jeston is rather a little chubby.)" Magnificent! Now, to experience the full thrill of life err.. life you must pick one of the most more... dangerous? Thoughtless? Careless? Whatever the word may be, professions. I'm sure a numbskull like you would die just scything wheat for your entire life, but that wouldn't be interesting now, would it? (pick yer profession ex. bandit, soldier, adventurer, w/e. you can change professions throughout the RP.) "Hmm... I'm a warrior!" A job like that? That can't lead to even the smallest of satisfaction in your sex life. Ohohoho! Tell me, how is your sex life? And the rest of your life? Got any friends that I could call on if I feel lonely in the night? (short bio) Jeston brightened, as if he got an idea, and took a deep breath. "Why, I was born in the best family that could ever be. I got signed into one of the finest warrior schools and graduated at the top classes! Now, I might've lived on a farm, but I'm sure I practiced enough to maintain my skills as I await for my chance to finally shine. Stat!" (The reality: Jeston was born into a middle-to-low class family, and probably didn't have a good life, so he wanted to look superior. He grew up listening legends of heroes and wishing to become like one of them. He did get signed into a warrior school, but due to problems following instructions, he was eventually dropped out. Even after growing up to become a single peasant farmer, he held onto the self-made beliefs that he would soon become a legend. The reason why it's kind of vague is because I'm trying to stick to his character.) Transfer to that thread with an adjust CS. |
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Post by llama on Dec 1, 2016 8:45:17 GMT -4
Name: Michael Basque Appearance: Michael is 5'6, average weight is 150 pounds. Michael is a Caucasian male with brown eyes, and short, brown hair. (I'm terrible at these things, I'll develop it more in the isrp) Bio: Michael had a pretty crummy childhood. His parents abused him, and he did pretty terrible school wise, as his parents would taunt him by hiding schoolwork or destroying it. After he was kicked out of the house, Michael developed alcoholism, and struggled to find employment. Eventually, a bartender by the name of Cooke employed him as a waiter at his bar. Cooke took a liking to Michael, and the two developed a close friendship. The bartender gave Michael room and board, in exchange for his duties. Cooke signed into his will that Michael would own the bar when he passed, and a small loan of money to get started. In between shifts he slowly became literate. Cooke has recently died, thus passing ownership of the bar to Michael. However, Michael has a mid life crisis concerning confidence in his abilities and to socialize with other people. Transfer to that thread with adjusted CS |
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