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The Guild

Alaric isn't dead yet..

The Guild

Any comments on my char he he?

The Guild

Name: Alaric Grave
Age:47
Race: Half Elf

Appearance:



The heirloom weapon


Personality: Alaric is a distrustful individual both by nature and by experience. He prefers to work alone rather than in groups but he is a team player when it comes down to it, preferring still to work as a part of the whole but for overall success. He harbours a hatred for all of his half brethren, hunting them with special zeal.

History: Alaric was born to a human mother after marauding elves destroyed his village and defiled the women. His mother was loving to him as a child but as he matured he reminded her of his father so much she couldn't bare to look at him much anymore, that angered and hurt him gravely. He left home on the verge of adulthood and had found the lands to be hard to youths like him, inexperienced and naive. He fell in with a band of woodsmen who taught him the talents of hunting, tracking and hiding. His group was hunted down by knights one day after poaching half a dozen of a noblemans stags, Alaric barely escaped finding himself alone again, this time he wasn't a youth but a man off to fight the cruel world that bore him life. He wandered the lush plains of rich kingdoms for years scraping by doing odd jobs and honing his skills for his day of vengeance.

After years of wandering he found his father and his warband again, infiltrated their ranks and slain them one and all in a single night after they got especially drunk. He claimed his father's elven blade as a reminder of his hatred for elf kind. (will include sword image later)

Class: Ranger, Elf Hunter

Combat Skills: Elven Falchion specialist, attacks are swift, accurate and ruthless, wastes no time in disposing his targets, quick to find and expose weaknesses. Does not stand still in a fight adapting a duelist fighting style always trying to throw his opponents off balance with either quick jabs, wide swings or crushing slashes. Wears simple footman partial plate armor and carries a shield. Will on occasion use ranged weapons most commonly a light crossbow with poison tipped bolts.

Starcraft Roleplay

Ok then reaper it is or protoss zealot

Paideia Alpha (Ancient Greek Academy RPG)

Hestothacles had been riding for two days from his home on a beautiful chestnut horse, its mane of hair flowing in the air, a strong stallion trained for endurance it was obvious. He had no gear with him other than three javelins and a saddlebag full of food and a skin of water. He spotted another young man up the road and slowed to a canter as he approached drawing one javelin from the ornate saddles special holster. The saddle itself was made from the finest leather and adorned with many ornate metal brass bits like the buckles and stirrups. He was wearing a simple long blue tunic, a wide leather belt, brass vambraces and strapped sandals with brass shin guards covering his shins.

He approached till he was fifteen yards from the stranger and stopped, setting his blue eyes on him and studying him for a little bit before smiling and speaking "hail stranger, i mean you no harm. Hestothacles is my name and i am of Thebes"

Paideia Alpha (Ancient Greek Academy RPG)

Name: Hestothacles
Gender: Male
Age: 17
City of Origin: Thebes
Favored God: Hephaestus, the god patron of smiths and craftsmen. Worshiped because before coming to the academy Hestothacles was working in his fathers smithy, Hephaestus had become the patron god protector of his family as well.
Weapons:His bare hands, Javelin and Mace, prefers to fight on horseback and dominate his opponents with speed and mobility
Personality: Hestothacles is a stout and stalwart individual with a firm set of moral codes and ethics and beliefs. Patient and tolerant he mostly keeps to his own work and studies as much as possible but is known to socialize frequently with like minded people, he holds a secret disdain for Spartans and their endless hubris towards their fellow greeks. Although not known for fits of rage, if provoked, he will use his big stature and large hands to try and pummel the agitator into the ground until he stops moving. He is a bit rough around the edges but ultimately equally fair towards all of his peers lest they become his enemy for any reason.
History: Hestothacles was born to a family of four, being the eldest brother in his family he had taken up most of the responsibilities around the household and around his younger siblings. From a young age He was interested in the art of crafting weapons and armor, fortunately his father owned a smithy which allowed him to study and pursue the art of Blacksmithing. In addition to this he did go to a school from a young age where he learned the basics of Politics, Philosophy, Geometry, Mathematics, Astronomy and several skills such as Wrestling and Horseback Riding as well as Javelin throwing and a bit of Athletics. When he turned of age his father decided that his bright son who was an excellent student had a brighter future at Paideia Alpha rather than at home and so he was sent from home.
Dream: To become a master Blacksmith
Fear: To become imprisoned and/or Crippled

Appearance:

Ancient Greek Academy (working title)

im in!

S.T.A.L.K.E.R Shadow of Chernobyl based RP!

bump for the Stalkers (lol right?)

Alien-SS Anna Marie Interest Check

there is no contest realisticaly..within the week every human on board is dead, although id like to find out just how everyone dies so sign me up for the buffet table

Warhammer, anybody?

would i!?

Bring it on please!!

either fantasy or 40k is awesome with me, if fantasy then id like to play a crossbowman mercenary if 40k a guard storm trooper or imperial fists marine