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EWillden Member
Sailor Scout of Death and Rebirth
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I enjoy roleplaying, a lot more then I would like to admit. My favorite genres are medieval, sci-fi, and dungeons and dragons style role plays. I find myself okay with GMing my own roleplays, but I would rather be involved in a roleplay where I dont have to build something all the way up and then regulate that role play as well as run it. I have many oc's as well, all made to fill in for different purposes.
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The night seemed to go on forever, until finally light began to break from the horizon. Giving a golden hue to the sands as the sun began its climb. Vivian shifted her gaze from it and away. Her eyes could never get used to that kind of light so suddenly. Hopefully as she traveled on the surface her eyes would some how get used to it. Ellis saw this as he sat next to her on the wagon.
"Let me take over for awhile until your eyes adjust." He said. He took the reins form her hands letting her rest awhile. Oddly dispite the orb and everything she began to drift into sleep. She let her head rolled to her right. It rested upon the halflings head her silver hair flowing around him. Ellis, with a hand brushed the hair from his face and he looked over at her about to say something. However, with her angle and his he could almost see down through her cleavage and he looked away instantly. He sighed and decided to let it go.
"Well aint I in a pickle..." He said, mostly to himself. The sun gave the observer a better look at her face. Drow were no different from their surface cousins. Each one just as beautiful as the last. The darkness often hid these features due to their skin being so dark. Ellis shift and tried to position Vivian in a way it wouldn't be uncomfortable for both him and her. "Of all the times to sleep she picked this one."
His thoughts lingered on the orb though. It was almost a emerald green and too bad it was evil. He would have loved to stuff it along with belongings. However, he doubted it was actually valuable, unlike the actual gem. He sighed and looked back to see the others were rather concerned with it. What made it more concerning though was when both Bjoric and Artos practicly said it was evil. He then turned to look back towards their destination only to see something in the distance. He could see something sparkle, a red kind of sparkle.
It looked like they were not the only ones hit by the Gnolls it would seem. As they got closer he saw one figure sitting against a rock. Blood all over the place, whether it belonged to him or not was yet to be determined. Every inch they got closer his features were more and more detailed until finally it was revealed. It was an orc. Judging from the weapons laid about he did fight some body. Ellis turned his head around to the others.
"Something up ahead, looks like a orc. He looks like he was in a big fight, no other corpses can be seen ,so I think that green orb sucked up what foes he had." He said.
There were only six weapons strewn about the small battle field. Blood covering the sands. The weapons were three war axes and three long swords. The orc was holding his left side, his helmet right beside him. He was covered in the blood himself. Some of it was his, some of it was whoever he fought with.
"Let me take over for awhile until your eyes adjust." He said. He took the reins form her hands letting her rest awhile. Oddly dispite the orb and everything she began to drift into sleep. She let her head rolled to her right. It rested upon the halflings head her silver hair flowing around him. Ellis, with a hand brushed the hair from his face and he looked over at her about to say something. However, with her angle and his he could almost see down through her cleavage and he looked away instantly. He sighed and decided to let it go.
"Well aint I in a pickle..." He said, mostly to himself. The sun gave the observer a better look at her face. Drow were no different from their surface cousins. Each one just as beautiful as the last. The darkness often hid these features due to their skin being so dark. Ellis shift and tried to position Vivian in a way it wouldn't be uncomfortable for both him and her. "Of all the times to sleep she picked this one."
His thoughts lingered on the orb though. It was almost a emerald green and too bad it was evil. He would have loved to stuff it along with belongings. However, he doubted it was actually valuable, unlike the actual gem. He sighed and looked back to see the others were rather concerned with it. What made it more concerning though was when both Bjoric and Artos practicly said it was evil. He then turned to look back towards their destination only to see something in the distance. He could see something sparkle, a red kind of sparkle.
It looked like they were not the only ones hit by the Gnolls it would seem. As they got closer he saw one figure sitting against a rock. Blood all over the place, whether it belonged to him or not was yet to be determined. Every inch they got closer his features were more and more detailed until finally it was revealed. It was an orc. Judging from the weapons laid about he did fight some body. Ellis turned his head around to the others.
"Something up ahead, looks like a orc. He looks like he was in a big fight, no other corpses can be seen ,so I think that green orb sucked up what foes he had." He said.
There were only six weapons strewn about the small battle field. Blood covering the sands. The weapons were three war axes and three long swords. The orc was holding his left side, his helmet right beside him. He was covered in the blood himself. Some of it was his, some of it was whoever he fought with.
With that I will get a post ready for you guys to read.
Once more I will post once Fatal has a post up in the ic.
Well the orc has been created. If you really want to build him horrid go ahead. Also if you guys know of any friends that would like to join this. Go ahead and refer them.
Name: Garekk One-Eye
Age: 30
Race:Orc
Description: Built like most orcs, He stands at 7'6" and all muscle. He has a scar over his right eye which has been removed and replaced by a steel ball. His armor are bits and pieces of metal forged and combined with leather. His armor consists of a breast plate and one bracer with pauldrons to match. His boots are combined with steel and leather. Leather hugging against his leg while jagged steel on the outside. He sports a helmet which is almost like a mask as well. It only covers half his face though, mostly the side with the scar. Every other part of his body is covered in wrappings and leather.
He wields three weapons, not all at the same time obviously. On his back is strapped a greatsword. Said to be inherited to him by his father. The next two weapons are a battleaxe and a heavy crossbow. Neither one he wields at the same time. He wields the battleaxe in the other, while his other hand is free to grab the target.
Biography: Garekk was a honory member of a orc tribe called the Black Skullz. His father was the chief and even trained and sparred with Garekk. However, the peace was shattered as his father was killed by a rival tribe of orcs. He too was scarred in that fight and was banished. Cursed to be the wandering orc, son of a dead chief who failed to lead his men to victory. Garekk forever remembered the name of the orc who bested his father and left him with one eye. He wondered the sands learning from great masters to become the ultimate fighter. He dreamed of having his revenge against the orc, Urbul Ambilge.
After a few adventures he found a new life though. A different life, a lot better then what he faced in his tribe. Food was not as scarce and with shiny circular pieces you could buy anything you wanted. He still wanted his revenge though ,but he no longer wanted the life of a savage orc. After a few clues he heard of a place where he could fight a great foe. That if bested he would have a new name added to his belt. However, when he left to go on this quest he never returned. Some figured he was not victorious and that the place had become his grave.
Demeanor/Attitude: Chaotic Neutral, Friendly natured... mostly. Unless your his enemy, then he not so friendly.
Other:
Skills: Crafting (weapons and armor), survival, and is actually good at cooking.
Age: 30
Race:Orc
Description: Built like most orcs, He stands at 7'6" and all muscle. He has a scar over his right eye which has been removed and replaced by a steel ball. His armor are bits and pieces of metal forged and combined with leather. His armor consists of a breast plate and one bracer with pauldrons to match. His boots are combined with steel and leather. Leather hugging against his leg while jagged steel on the outside. He sports a helmet which is almost like a mask as well. It only covers half his face though, mostly the side with the scar. Every other part of his body is covered in wrappings and leather.
He wields three weapons, not all at the same time obviously. On his back is strapped a greatsword. Said to be inherited to him by his father. The next two weapons are a battleaxe and a heavy crossbow. Neither one he wields at the same time. He wields the battleaxe in the other, while his other hand is free to grab the target.
Biography: Garekk was a honory member of a orc tribe called the Black Skullz. His father was the chief and even trained and sparred with Garekk. However, the peace was shattered as his father was killed by a rival tribe of orcs. He too was scarred in that fight and was banished. Cursed to be the wandering orc, son of a dead chief who failed to lead his men to victory. Garekk forever remembered the name of the orc who bested his father and left him with one eye. He wondered the sands learning from great masters to become the ultimate fighter. He dreamed of having his revenge against the orc, Urbul Ambilge.
After a few adventures he found a new life though. A different life, a lot better then what he faced in his tribe. Food was not as scarce and with shiny circular pieces you could buy anything you wanted. He still wanted his revenge though ,but he no longer wanted the life of a savage orc. After a few clues he heard of a place where he could fight a great foe. That if bested he would have a new name added to his belt. However, when he left to go on this quest he never returned. Some figured he was not victorious and that the place had become his grave.
Demeanor/Attitude: Chaotic Neutral, Friendly natured... mostly. Unless your his enemy, then he not so friendly.
Other:
Skills: Crafting (weapons and armor), survival, and is actually good at cooking.
I dont mind creating more characters for me to control, I am the gm after all... Technically if it lives and breathes in this roleplay and it aint a player character. It is technically my character. lol I will post a character sheet for him so you can all read it.
You know what... I think I will just build a orc and edit the topic to still being full. We don't need anymore people then what we have.
lol I thought fear was a factor... I mean when a pint sized creature has enough strength to rip someones arms out their sockets, I would be a bit scared of him if I was the chief. Seeing as Gnolls are not known for weakness.
I hope any new recruits that one of them builds a orc character. I mean I suppose I could build a Orc npc and throw him into the group. Orc's can provide some funny comedic relief ,as well as bring in another power house to the table.
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