boomlover

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

Pissed because too mich god shit yet too little time. That and gaming

Are we expecting too much from newbs?

@Ellri HELL YEAH !!!!!

Calling All Jedi and Sith!

@Fallenreaper Hey i'm interested in joining this. There still place for some new blood to join?

Are we expecting too much from newbs?

@Ellri Here is hoping it will not become a norm like it once was. And if it does ill start loading up my shotgun and start going on elitist hunt.

Are we expecting too much from newbs?

oh. Wow i'm happy those assholes left then. Let us hope they will never come back or that we will turn into them instead. Time will tell however. Time will tell.

Are we expecting too much from newbs?

@Ellri Interesting, But how elitist are we talking here?

Are we expecting too much from newbs?

@Oliver I for one welcome such a young but yet talented addition to the guild. So just join advanced and knock yourself out mate. I always find it funny that everyone thinks people in advanced are really serious. i'm 17 myself make a lot of grammar and spelling mistaes ( which your probably seeing yourself.) And i have been writing in advanced without anyone trying to lynch me for it. So come one over to advanced and enjoy yourself.

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Sigvald Whitedragon

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Age:40

Appearance: Sigvald has always been a large man. Standing 2 meters tall with his wide shoulders he is an imposing opponent on the battlefield. His skin is full of small scars the biggest one around his gut like someone had ran him through at one point in his life. Though he also has a tattoo on his chest showing the coat of arms of house Whitedragon. Which is a white dragon dowsing a black knight in flames. Sigvald's face looks weary and the wrinkles under his eyes support this. His raven black hair is starting to become gray though it isn't exactly noticeable yet. His blue eyes, however, are still sharp and focused. His face has a single scar running down his left cheek. There is also a small unsmooth beard that he has grown over the years which he barely takes care of it. Only cutting it when it starts to cover his mouth.
He wears the sort of clothes that a nobleman would wear. Things of once fine cut are now worn and old. Considering the fact that he barely has a penny on him, he has to patch it up on his own. But his clothes are still clean, even as they fray and more and more of the fabric give up . Because of this, he prefers to wear his armor more than anything else as it is still in the same pristine condition.

Race: Human

Diety: He believes in no god. Since they did not aid him in reclaiming his birthright. Why would he worship them?

Personality: Sigvald has always been an arrogant bastard and even though he has been shat on for most of his life. He enjoys drinking and whoring like any other good nobleman. Only he does it to keep the pain away if anything. He may act brash arrogant expect against his superiour officers. SInce they might be the only way to get his home back. He will throw himself into battle if it means winning favor. But in the end how though and might he may act. He is just a broken man trying to desperatly pick up the pieces.

Skill:

*Masterful:Axemanship

*Skilled: smithing horseriding

*Adept: hawking sewing

*Novice: strategy nitting

Traits:
"Nothing Left to Lose: Due to the nature of his past and the tragedy of his present, Sigvald has nothing to lose and fights with the the desperate ferocity of a wounded animal."

Rabble Rouser: Raised to riches and spoiled, Sigvald has a hard time saying no to worldly desires and is often known to start stuff. On the other hand, he is an inspiring presence for the more common folks with his brash attitude and to the point words.

Drinking like a fish: Sigvald has a drinking problem. Because of this he drinks way too much and over the years had become somewhat resilient to it. Meaning that of any drinking competitions occur he will drink most people under the table.

Backstory:
Some men are born at the lowest ladder and have to climb their way to the top. Then there are those that are born at the end of the ladder. Those who enjoy life and have the riches to do anything they want. This was the life Sigvald was born into as the second of six to lord Alexander Whitedragon. House Whitedragon had been one of the stronger houses in the kingdom of melfic. The reason of its strength lay in the fact that it had secured a vital trade route meaning it could tax heavily on the route itself. To make matters worse House Whitedragon was rather aggressive against it neighboring houses. Stealing small parts of their territory gained them ill favor from other nobles. And especially created hate amongst the houses they attacked. However, because of the fact that House Whitedragon had a reasonable strong army and a good economic backbone, it was hard to take down. Though many houses tried regardless. Even through all this aggressive expansion, the house remained loyal to the royal family ensuring there backing in times of need. Indeed Sigavld was a lucky child indeed to be born in such a strong house. His father was harsh but kind and his mother was the sweetest women he would ever know. His childhood is full of fond memories. He learned fighting when he could walk sparring much with his older brother Edward. He remembered going hawking with his father once as he told him stories of old. Little Sigvald was contended with his life. Then when he reached the age of nine the shining coffin opened. And all that happiness disappeared like a candle in the wind. The undead horde destroyed whatever lay in their path destroying the north of Melfic in about two years. It was then that house White dragon acted. Sigvald was too young to join the battle since he was only eleven at the time. Edward, however, was sixteen which was old enough in his father's opinion. And so they left the castle with six thousand and five hundred men at their back ready to lay waste to those abominations and to lay their souls to rest once more. And they did. If only through sheer luck.

The army had drawn the undead horde in a small valley called dragon pass. The idea of Alexander was to use his cavalry of six hundred strong to break through the lines and scatter the undead horde. The plan worked party as it did make a hole in the undead lines. The undead host, however, proved far too great than Alexander would have expected and if it wasn't for his son rescuing him He would have perished. Of the six hundred men that had charged in. Only ten made it out alive. After a day of fighting the army was able to push the horde away from there lands. And while they were not able to destroy the undead horde they did save themselves from inevitable destruction. For six years they held the line against undead incursions. Slowly but surely starting to fight defensively. Sigvald being old enough to join at the time attempted to fight with his brother and father but his father told him to stay home instead. Sigvald never found at why he did such a thing. But a year later when the undead host had been held back did they finally arrive home. But what SIgvald would find wasn't his kind brother Edward and his loving father. Instead, he saw his mentally unstable brother and his traumatized father. His father became an unstable ruler killing people on the slightest of mistakes. He also turned to whoring and heavy drinking. Edward, on the other hand, became even worse as it was rumored that he raped girls and tortured anyone who annoyed him in the slightest. Sigvald horrified by this decided to avoid them by also drinking and whoring away. though he did it to forget. However, Sigvald slept with the wrong whore which infuriated Edward. Instead of torturing him, however, he instead declared a duel against his brother. If it wasn't for his mother it would have been a battle to the dead. She was able to make it a battle till first blood. Edward would be using his long sword. While Sigvald used his axe instead. The battle lasted for about an hour. Of constant smashing of steel against steel, brother against brother. The house of Whitedragon had fallen low indeed.

Edward had more experience than Sigvald that much as certain. But Sigvald had the advantage of being more faster. Then Sigvald made his mistake when he swung his axe to far hitting his brother. While this was the intended idea the error lay in the fact that the axe cut too deeply crushing the armor, breaking the ribs and destroying Edwards internal organs. Edward died in Sigvald's hand drowning in his own blood and hatred. His father would have lobbed the crying Sigvald's head right off is his mother had jumped in the way. Instead of him being executed he would be banished from his home. His only possession he was allowed to take with him would be his personal horse and the axe with which he played his brother. And just to spite him his father would have forged the name Kin slayer into it. His mother, however, was able to give him a small satchel full of her own jewelry. And so He left his home. Never to see it again. Or so he thought.

After the first war ended the house of white dragon would become the first line of defense against the enemy. But when the war of perseverance started they rode out alone against the enemy. Why they did this is still disputed by historians to this day. Some say Alexander did this to give the border some time to prepare. Others say he did it to prove his might against the undead. And others think he did this just to join his son in the grave. He foolishly used the same tactic with the cavalry in the hope that it would have the same effect. However this time the undead were more prepared and acted like an army instead of a massive hoard. And when Alexander charged with his cavalry. He met his end on rows and rows of spears. With their leader dead the army scattered before the wind and the castle that held the rest of the family was taken within a single night. It is said that the screams of the living were heard for miles. In thew meantime, Sigvald had bought himself a small mansion and had enjoyed his life screwing whores and drinking huge amounts of alcohol. However, once he heard what happened to his home he declared an oath right then and there that he would reclaim his birthright. With this said and done he sold his mansion, used the rest of his money to buy himself a mercenary army and marched towards his former home. He didn't even make it to the gates before his army was destroyed and he barely managed to escape with his life. After that with his money squandered and his mansion sold he had nothing but the armor he wore and the horse who had stood by him since he was banished. Once again he had nothing to his name. Expect this time there wasn't a mother with a huge sack of jewelry. Sigvald started doing odd jobs after this taking part in tourneys and mercenary bands. he even tried to take up on smithing. His life had become a mockery of what he once was. Then the third war began. And he decided that this was his time to take revenge. To make sure that the banner of House Whitedragon was raised above his home once again ! For whatever the cost

Weapons and Armor:

Kin slayer: A large two handed axe used to cleave through undead foes. Made by a dwarven blacksmith this axe has the ability to receive enchantments to make it even deadlier. However, due to Sigvald's money issues, he does not have to capital to afford such a thing.

Shortsword: a regular sword for tight spaces.

Armour: Sigvald wears heavy plated armor which has the coat of arms of his house burned on upon. The armor is heavy but provides excellent defense.
Misc Gear and Possessions:

Horse: His horse biscuit is a strong warhorse which has served Sigvald loyalty during his life. However, instead of being used for war the horse has mostly been used for carrying Sigvald's equipment. Which is something that annoys Biscuit.

smithing gear: A few hammers some wetting stones and some pliers to keep his weapons and armor in great condition.

Sewing gear: Used to keep his clothes functional.

Hawk: His loyal hawk Franz. Which has been trained so well that it will follow him blindly and never leave his side. Though this can get annoying in certain situations.

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My Hider

William sky

_{Forbidden but not forgotten}

◾ Name: William Sky

◾Age:30

◾ Gender: Male (duh)

◾ Sexuality: straight

◾ Origins: First bastard son born to the family of hyland.

◾Residence: Mount Promonon at court

◾ magically strong ◾ cocky ◾ intelligent ◾ Resentful ◾

◾ Personality: Being the first bastard son of the lord of Hyland William has always tried to become more than he is. Though being a bastard does give some limitations. He acts like a kind and honorable man. But in reality he is rather manipulative. And even though he avoids getting his hands dirty. He will put the gloves off if need be. There is no one he really loves. And cares more about himself than others. He views those around him as an asset and never as a true ally. He is also a book reader trying to learn as much about magic and magical abilities for his own gains.

◾ Role & Career: Magical adviser

◾ Hobbies & Interests:
Reading
Magic
Exploring old ruins for artifacts.
Hunting
hawking

◾ Likes & Dislikes:

likes:
Strategy
Politics
Magic
wine
chess

Dislikes:
Being outsmarted
The hate against magic users.
Bastards being viewed as lesser men and women.
Fighting
drinking

◾ Other:
magic: Magic is virtually everywhere. it is a force that has existed since the beginning of time. Some races where able to use it. Being able to destroy entire cities. Magic like that will never be used by a human being. For some reason humans cannot wield magic. And those few that had some form of ability are usually killed off. Mostly because of the bad view about magic and that it has been declared heretical in nature. But those lucky enough to not be hanged because of there magical abilities and to be able to learn more about magic would find it a hard task to actually wield it. A magic wielder must have at least two things. A strong mind that can handle the pressure of magic, And artifacts of old. These artifacts are usually rings staffs and other kind of jewelry. These artifacts are like conduits which through magic can be used. Rings are the most easy to find artifacts. But they can only grant access to one form of magic. Like fire magic. staffs are the most hard to find. But if a mage would acquire one he would be able to wield more than one form of magic. Without these artifacts a mage would barely be able to use magic at all.
( made this for gm to explain how i would use magic.)

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◾ Family Members:
◾ Lord Edwin Hyland
◾ Lady Juliana Hyland
◾ Lord Balian Hyland
◾ Lord Emerin Hyland
◾ Tiras Sky
◾ Maria Sky

◾ Biography:
Being born a bastard never was easy for me. Being born the first son of the lord of Hyland was even worse. Where it not for my mother i would have been drowned in a well. And my corpse would have been fed to the dogs. To this day i still do not know why she wanted me to live. Considering i wasn't even her son. But that of a random bar wench. And yet still i was viewed as a monster. Kept locked up in my room like some form of animal. The only one who gave me comfort was the queen who treated me like i was her own son. In those years locked up in my chambers i studied whatever i could get my hands on. Learning about strategy and reading stories of old. When i was finally allowed to leave my room. I was still treated like a little monster by my real father. But all of that came to pass at the age of 12 when i had enough. My father was beating me up like usual. every blow coming down harder and harder. Then i looked at him. My eyes full of fury. I still do not know how i cast my first spell. Maybe it was out of pure emotion. Or maybe it was something else. Whatever it was that fling ed the spell toward my father send him flying back into the room. He looked at me with fear in his eyes. It was the best moment of my life. to feel my first moment of power. But his fear was then replaced by even more anger. I will stop explaining how long the beating went on before the queen walked into the room and made him stop.

I knew People with magical abilities where not long for this word. But because i was of royal blood i was allowed to live. Apparently the queen had been able to convince my father that it was useful to have a mage. After that i was teached myself in the ways of magic by old books and old tomes. I learned about how magic works and how to wield it. I tried to become more powerful by looking for more artifacts. It took some years but on the age of 27 i found a ring of fire in an old underground ruin. After this i started practicing with magic casting small balls of fire and other things. But over the years i have become stronger and wiser. Still searching for other ways of magic. until i will be powerful enough to become more than just some lords lackey. And the rumors of a princess needing an heir sound interesting indeed.

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Theodore Anderson

Space, It's big, deadly, and i have to fly humanity through it.

Male - 40

Theme song

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9c2ZJPKz5u8

Profession: Pilot for the ark and other vehicels that require his skills.
Nationality: Roslin Federation
Strengths: Quick Reflexes, High Pain Tolerance,Intelligent and Experience in zero-g/space.
Weaknesses: Incredibly Sarcastic,Alcoholic,Lack of respect for command,Depressed and cold.
Personal Effects: While others take as many things they can to remember home. Theodore has surprisingly taken only two things with him. His self made mini bar and a photo of him and his uncle fishing.
Bio:

Some people's childhood are full of beautiful memories. Theodore's childhood was everything but that. Born in the slums of new York Theodore doesn't know his mother or his father as he was dropped of at an orphanage. This orphanage was understaffed and those who worked there where horribly underpaid. To make matters worse he was bullied constantly by almost all the other children. At one point it got so horribly bad that he contemplated suicide. Then at the age of ten. Something happened that would change his life forever. It was a cold winter morning and Theodore was called from his room. Apparently someone had come for him which didn't make any sense since he had no family. However as he walked down the stairs he saw an middle aged man in military uniform. This man named James Anderson was apparently his uncle and had decided to take him in.

This would be a new start for Theodore as James would take care of him as his own son. He took him to his home in Texas where he was given proper schooling, clothes and all the other thing Theodore could have dreamed of when he still lived in the Orphanage. But best of all was that he finally had a family he loved. James and Theodore quickly gained a strong bond that only a father and son could have. They would always go camping every month. Where James learned him how to fish. Then at the age of 18 Theodore would walk the same path like his uncle when he decided to join the navy of the Roslin Federation. In the two years he worked there before the three day war. He specialized himself in the flying of large class ships. In which he quickly prove his skill becoming the top of his class. And was to be assigned to the battleship The RLF Invincible. Which his uncle commanded. Then the Three day war happened. The first two days of the war where just a goddam blur. But The battle against the Devastators above the planet of Mars still burns into his mind like a passion. A nightmare he cannot escape, and dreams every night.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXRJBK8oJSA

As they arrived inside Mars's orbit a flurry of SOS signals filled the com's and it soon made sens as they saw the slaughter before them. Most of the stations orbiting Mars where destroyed and where crashing on the planets surface. For a moment the entire bridge was silent the only sound where the cries of those dying on the comms . The martian fleet was doing it's best to defend the planet but it was slowly getting pounded to mush. The main line had already been crushed and the Devastators seemed to be doing a clean up duty. Then the order was given and the fleet opened fire. The cannons roared as hot molten slag fired. The ship was shaking to its very core. And yet the ship remained eerily silent. There was a mix of anger and sadness so strong no words could be uttered expect the harsh commands of James. Then the missiles left there bays bringing there deadly payload towards The enemy. But none ever hit home as the enemy ships fired there lasers. The slag had hit home pounding on the enemy hull with barely any effect. Then a command was given from the admiral." All ships follow my lead, Show no mercy." There wasn't a single emotion in those words the rage deeply buried within him. And yet they all felt it.

The devastators finally drew there attention on them and opened fire. There lasers burning right through the hulls of the ships they hit, Like it was wet paper. Theodore could see the Ship beside them exploding not even one escape pod launched killing the entire crew. The closer they moved towards the devastators the more they lost. Ship after ship burned away its crew dying in anguish. This wasn't a battle but a never ending slaughter. By the time The enemy fleet had entered close range weapon fire the fleet had left a trail of destruction behind itself. Close range lasers began to fire doing some damage to the hull of the enemy vessels. Fighter craft launched into the void unleashing what ever projectile they had on the enemy. Slowly but certain The enemy started to loose ship after ship exploding under the never ending hail of fire. But that hail became smaller and smaller as they lost ship after ship way faster than the enemy.

Then one of the Devastators fired at the Invincible sending a laser straight through her nearly hitting the bridge and sending Theodore into unconsciousness. When he awoke he heard nothing as an eerily silence had fallen over the bridge. But as he turned around he quickly realized why. The ceiling had collapsed crushing everyone expect him. He then realized he didn't see his uncle and frantically started puling away part of the collapsed Ceiling. He then found his Uncle. His Torso was utterly crushed with some of the ribs sticking out. And a single metal pipe ran though his neck. But his eyes still had some live left in them and they moved to look into those of Theodore. And with one single sigh of relive the eyes went lifeless and James died. Theodore stood still. Not being able to move. Tears rolled over his face but he did not cry. They had killed the one man in this world that had cared for him. A man that had raised him. But now they would feel his pain. Now they would cower before his rage! He turned around walked towards his controls and fired the engines at maximum speed. The ship screamed under the pressure, Almost tearing itself apart And yet it held firm even when it got hit again she held together to fulfill her act of vengeance. As they neared the ship which had killed his father Theodore left the bridge running towards one of the escape pods. He launched seeing the ship he had flown with for months bury itself into the Devastator tearing open it hull and destroying it. The explosion that followed knocked him unconscious. the last thing he saw was Mars burning under alien fire.

After this Theodore would be rescued by a destroyer and be transported towards earth where his wounds would be healed. After enough healing he was given the medal of honor. But this didn't really matter to Theodore considering it would not give him his uncle left. For six years he would squander his money on booze and whores drowning himself in his own sorrow. Then one day two men had arrived telling him about the Secret project. And that he was selected to be one of the pilots of the ark.



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