Damiann47 Member
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STATUS: I’ve seen this argument before on the Internet. Pretty sure Drache is right because that’s literally the pronunciation found on the Nutella website. 9 yrs ago
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I’ve seen this argument before on the Internet. Pretty sure Drache is right because that’s literally the pronunciation found on the Nutella website.
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Yeah... you just need to chill out. Look, you haven't been here for that long and you just gotta have patience. Throw your ideas and interest out there, that's all you can do to find good people.
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Oh hey, someone who's not shitting all over Andromeda. It seriously fell short to meet its hype and animations were jank as hell, still wasn't a terrible game and I liked it.
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Man... everytime Discord goes offline I'm reminded how important it is for my communications with people. All by myself now.
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So I'm starting to feel sick, little bit of fever and all. That's the reason why I might not be too responsive.
Bio
Alright new bio because the one I had before was about... two... three years out of date? Basically I haven't touched this since I joined the site. Nothing fancy to say here, I'm a person who also happens to write stuff with other persons. Simple stuff. In a more serious note I mainly stick with 1x1s nowadays, but not for any particular reason other than that's how it worked out. I suppose the other major thing to note is if we do have an RP going, and I haven't responded for a while then feel free to get my attention. I'm also a fan of OOC chatter, its nice to have, but hey it isn't required either.
And... that's it.
And... that's it.
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Uh... we could pretend to roleplay or something?
I see a lot that can be done with our characters. Most of the time I make "true" hero characters, I wanted to go with a more self centered character with a lot less concern for the common good this time. Actually looking through the CS's doesn't seem like we have any dedicated heroes, other then Chanda's but he dropped out.
Eh, gotta understand life gets in the way too often right? Personally I'm fine if he needs to focus on other things right now, but to be honest might have been best to at least let us start writing IC, we generally get the idea and first few post are going to be us just establishing our characters in the world proper.
Well she is still on route to the capital, just when we start she's going to be sitting in Aurora. Since my character is a mercenary it makes more then sense for him to be hired as a guard, at least that's one possibility I see, who knows how everything would actually play out.
Na Hazel is gonna be fine, all she has to do is learn how to eat hardtack and basically sleep on the ground alongside with us commoners.
So since we got a good selection of characters now, guessing we're going to be starting soon?
zaga2575 said
Evershadow, hope you like my char =)
Gotta say really like your CS, should be a pleasure roleplaying with you once we get started.
evershadow said
; No gunpowder unfortunately but yes batistas will be fine!; I can't see your characters appearance and the link leads me to a number of pictures, could you please put it in the image tags if possible? :) Otherwise your CS is nice and sound, accepted! Welcome!
Yep I got that, my bad haven't used QQCode too much. I fixed it a while back.
Pff, ok well I typed a lot more then I expected but I'm happy with it. Also there's not doubt that there are plenty of grammar and spelling mistakes in this, I can always go back and edit if necessary.
Name: Kytel Vialos
Age: 28
Race: Caucasian
Class: Freeman
Occupation: Mercenary
Weapon(s): Kytel wields only one weapon, a longsword. It is made very plainly and with moderate craftsmanship overall it is obviously a unremarkable weapon. Even then the blade has proven to be very reliable, and of course more than capable of taking another’s life. Besides the sword holds great sentimental value to Kytel for his entire career he has used it, he would never willingly part with it. Make no mistake, however when caught in a desperate situation, which occurs more often than one may be comfortable with, Kytel has no problems grabbing whatever he can has for improvised arms.
Armour: While Kytel could afford better and more armor, he prefers to wear only a chainmail shirt over his own cotton one. He would rather remain flexible and mobile in combat, for that reason protecting his vital organs, for the most part is enough. In terms of his normal clothing, Kytel wears a white cotton shirt, a pair of hemp pants, leather boots, and finally animal hide gloves that serve to offer a better grip rather than real protection. Across his back he wears a small leather backpack, large enough to store essentials in, but small enough not to encumber him in combat.
Inventory:
Sleeping bag
Small metal pot
Tinderbox
Knife (Not suitable for combat.)
Map of Southern Gaia
Place of birth: Weaver’s Landing, a small village, in all honestly just a hamlet, that is located deep in untapped wilderness in the eastern part of Southern Gaia. Being so isolated from the rest of the region, over half of the inhabitants work the land as farmers making the society mostly subsistence farming with little else in terms of industry. There are no lords or true nobility that govern over the village, on top of the fact that the founding of the village is forgotten means that Weaver’s Landing has no central leadership. Instead every few generations one family moves to claim foundership only to be overthrown by another one later on, causing an endless cycle of unrest. The current “founders” are headed by Nicolas Rotherham, who has a reputation of being a extremely corrupt man with a small guard of cutthroats and criminals.
Brief History: As with almost everyone in Weaver’s Landing, Kytel was born into a family of farmers who owned their own land and farm. For the most part he lived a peaceful and stable life for the first sixteen years of his existence, that is until the Rotherhams took power. Almost immediately the village was thrown into turmoil, while it was common occurrence every time a new family takes control, the rise of the Rotherhams was particularly brutal. When the insurrection was finally complete, the first official act from Nicolas Rotherham himself was the drafting of any able bodied male into a pseudo-militia. The claim was “The need to put down local bandit populations to protect the people.” Kytel was counted among the conscripted, they were armored in nothing but the clothes they came with, and armed with farming tools that were far inferior for combat, some were even left to fight with rocks.
The militia was forced marched about a mile from the village on the same day they were recruited when all, and then in the silence of night all hell broke loose. Before he could react Kytel was pushed down, someone was lying on top of him, turned out to be one of his comrade's now lifeless body, blood poured from his slit throat. Sheer terror enveloped Kytel, completely paralyzing him, however this saved his life. To anyone else he appeared dead, any attacker had ignored him because of that. Almost soon as it stated the fighting stopped, Kytel waited only hearing his own ragged breathing, one minute became two, then five, and then after half an hour Kytel finally willed himself to move. The sight was gruesome, a thick pool of blood covered the forest floor, arms, legs and other such parts were missing their owners. If he was not so emotionally and psychologically deadened, Kytel would have undoubtedly vomited at the sight. Instead all he could do was amble down the wooded, red path, his foot kicked something as a metallic clang rang out.
Slowly his eyes casted downward, barely registering what he was looking at, resting in the dirt was a longsword. He seen this before, it once belonged to a hunter back home, always the hunter would show off the blade bragging about the beasts he slain with it, everyone knew it was all lies but still it was all in good fun, overall the hunter was a good man in truth. Kytel reached down to grab hold of the sword, it felt… right in his hands, like it was his destiny to wield this blade. As the sole survivor of this massacre, Kytel had no doubts that returning to home was not an option whoever the killers were knew where he was from. No, it was clear that his purpose from this point on was to wander across Gaia with a blade in tow. For over the last decade, Kytel found work as a mercenary, self-trained and more than willing to do anything for work. As Southern Gaia has known peace for a while, there is little work a mercenary to take on, but there is always something in the farther corners of the continent, more than enough to support Kytel.
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single
Other:
As comes with his profession and honestly as with his mental state, Kytel has a loose set of morals, however he will refuse to stoop to levels such as thievery or meaningless killing. (Killing for money, for example, is fine.)
Kytel shows great disrespect towards nobles given his history. Even then, however he is still willing to work with them, long as some pay is involved.
Kytel prefers action above all else, while being one of his greatest strengths it can also be one of his greatest weaknesses, often times acting on instinct rather than careful thought.
Name: Kytel Vialos
Age: 28
Race: Caucasian
Class: Freeman
Occupation: Mercenary
Weapon(s): Kytel wields only one weapon, a longsword. It is made very plainly and with moderate craftsmanship overall it is obviously a unremarkable weapon. Even then the blade has proven to be very reliable, and of course more than capable of taking another’s life. Besides the sword holds great sentimental value to Kytel for his entire career he has used it, he would never willingly part with it. Make no mistake, however when caught in a desperate situation, which occurs more often than one may be comfortable with, Kytel has no problems grabbing whatever he can has for improvised arms.
Armour: While Kytel could afford better and more armor, he prefers to wear only a chainmail shirt over his own cotton one. He would rather remain flexible and mobile in combat, for that reason protecting his vital organs, for the most part is enough. In terms of his normal clothing, Kytel wears a white cotton shirt, a pair of hemp pants, leather boots, and finally animal hide gloves that serve to offer a better grip rather than real protection. Across his back he wears a small leather backpack, large enough to store essentials in, but small enough not to encumber him in combat.
Inventory:
Sleeping bag
Small metal pot
Tinderbox
Knife (Not suitable for combat.)
Map of Southern Gaia
Place of birth: Weaver’s Landing, a small village, in all honestly just a hamlet, that is located deep in untapped wilderness in the eastern part of Southern Gaia. Being so isolated from the rest of the region, over half of the inhabitants work the land as farmers making the society mostly subsistence farming with little else in terms of industry. There are no lords or true nobility that govern over the village, on top of the fact that the founding of the village is forgotten means that Weaver’s Landing has no central leadership. Instead every few generations one family moves to claim foundership only to be overthrown by another one later on, causing an endless cycle of unrest. The current “founders” are headed by Nicolas Rotherham, who has a reputation of being a extremely corrupt man with a small guard of cutthroats and criminals.
Brief History: As with almost everyone in Weaver’s Landing, Kytel was born into a family of farmers who owned their own land and farm. For the most part he lived a peaceful and stable life for the first sixteen years of his existence, that is until the Rotherhams took power. Almost immediately the village was thrown into turmoil, while it was common occurrence every time a new family takes control, the rise of the Rotherhams was particularly brutal. When the insurrection was finally complete, the first official act from Nicolas Rotherham himself was the drafting of any able bodied male into a pseudo-militia. The claim was “The need to put down local bandit populations to protect the people.” Kytel was counted among the conscripted, they were armored in nothing but the clothes they came with, and armed with farming tools that were far inferior for combat, some were even left to fight with rocks.
The militia was forced marched about a mile from the village on the same day they were recruited when all, and then in the silence of night all hell broke loose. Before he could react Kytel was pushed down, someone was lying on top of him, turned out to be one of his comrade's now lifeless body, blood poured from his slit throat. Sheer terror enveloped Kytel, completely paralyzing him, however this saved his life. To anyone else he appeared dead, any attacker had ignored him because of that. Almost soon as it stated the fighting stopped, Kytel waited only hearing his own ragged breathing, one minute became two, then five, and then after half an hour Kytel finally willed himself to move. The sight was gruesome, a thick pool of blood covered the forest floor, arms, legs and other such parts were missing their owners. If he was not so emotionally and psychologically deadened, Kytel would have undoubtedly vomited at the sight. Instead all he could do was amble down the wooded, red path, his foot kicked something as a metallic clang rang out.
Slowly his eyes casted downward, barely registering what he was looking at, resting in the dirt was a longsword. He seen this before, it once belonged to a hunter back home, always the hunter would show off the blade bragging about the beasts he slain with it, everyone knew it was all lies but still it was all in good fun, overall the hunter was a good man in truth. Kytel reached down to grab hold of the sword, it felt… right in his hands, like it was his destiny to wield this blade. As the sole survivor of this massacre, Kytel had no doubts that returning to home was not an option whoever the killers were knew where he was from. No, it was clear that his purpose from this point on was to wander across Gaia with a blade in tow. For over the last decade, Kytel found work as a mercenary, self-trained and more than willing to do anything for work. As Southern Gaia has known peace for a while, there is little work a mercenary to take on, but there is always something in the farther corners of the continent, more than enough to support Kytel.
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single
Other:
As comes with his profession and honestly as with his mental state, Kytel has a loose set of morals, however he will refuse to stoop to levels such as thievery or meaningless killing. (Killing for money, for example, is fine.)
Kytel shows great disrespect towards nobles given his history. Even then, however he is still willing to work with them, long as some pay is involved.
Kytel prefers action above all else, while being one of his greatest strengths it can also be one of his greatest weaknesses, often times acting on instinct rather than careful thought.
Right after reading over this I have a few questions. First for the birthplace we are allowed to make our own places as it says, how in-depth do you want it? My other question is I notice that an inventory is required now, do you want every individual object listed, or can it be assumed that items like food and drink is granted?
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