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Magic Vs Might

Name: Alderius (Alder) Stoneblood
Age: 26
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:

My Hider

Alder looks a bit younger than this but general features are right, his armor is actually just a fair bit of leather armor that has the bright red and gold marks of his homeland. He has many scars from his days of battle but the most prominent is a long scar that goes from his clavicle to just below his ear.
Faction: Fions Light
Personality: Alder is a simple man, he understands strength and loyalty and has no patience for deceit, any attempt at such has been met with an axe. He usually has no problem being kind although he tends to show it through fierce motivation, he wants the best for you whether you like it or not.
Skills:
Great Weapons 2
Armor 1
Equipment: A set of leather armor adorned in red and gold colored baubles from home, a large great axe carried across the back.
Backstory: In his homeland, Alder was seen as a warrior, strong and fearless, he stood against the threats that stood against them and he stood like a tree. That is of course until the threat was already within, renegade mages, they destroyed everything they could, a quiet strike in the night, women and children, anyone unlucky enough to be caught in the flames. It was all that Alder and the other warriors could do to stop them, but in the end, the damage was done. Many of his kinsmen left to find safety with other clans, but Alder, seeing a poster, chose vengeance above all else and left to find Fion's light and face the mages that dared to attack his people.

(let me know if anything is out of place or not cool.)

Magic Vs Might

Should I post a character sheet here or in a pm?

Beyond the Gate at World's End

Hey is this Rp still accepting characters?

Looking for a 1x1 to really get back into the swing (18+)

I am not, thank you all so much though.

The Ten Rings

Orgin stood overlooking a small stand of his wares, the day had been dragging on and the small things he had for sale at this point were not selling well, however the hope of a sale vanished from the mind as a small brawl in the street broke out. He looked on silently as the men got to their feet and dusted off. This seemed to start a chain of events that led to quite a commotion, he watched as a rather large dog bounded after a woman, he watched as two more people leave the pub as well, seemingly with intent.

What on earth is going on in this town today, it seems it may be a hair lively for what I need. He thought as he began to reconsider having stopped here. The only reason he had even come to this town in the first place was to speak with a scholar or a dealer of antiquities in order to glean some sort of idea what kind of ring it was he now wore, but the strange bustling that was occurring it couldn't be coincidence, could it?

Orgin began to pack away his goods for the day not before strapping a strikingly heavy short sword to his waist, he figured that this would be a good a time as any to either look about town, perhaps even speak with some of the locals about the ring. Before Orgin could even take a few steps, he noticed the second pair to come from the pub, now speaking to each other in the street, more peculiar was that both of them sported a fancy ring, of which seemed to be the topic of their discussion. Orgin tried to inch closer, not wanting to outright jump into a strange pairs conversation, however he did want to see if he could hear them and learn if perhaps this was the day he learned something about the ring.
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The Ten Rings

Good copy, I posted my form to the character page and will start posting in the main story now.

The Ten Rings

Name: Orgin Razakiel of Solruk
Age: 24
Occupation: Blacksmith
Ring: Black crystal ring of Space

Appearance:

My Hider

He is around six foot tall and moderate build, he sports many small burns and scars around his hands and forearms from his long hours in the forge.

Biography: As a young boy in the slums of Solruk, Orgin took to the crafts quickly. The youth was most at home with tool in hand and a flame to stoke his inspiration, it was all the magic he had ever needed. he became a somewhat accomplished smith and tinkerer, many small gadgets and his forged tools kept him in business and that was enough.

Soon enough Orgin found himself in quite a predicament, a smith from another city had come into town, his steel and his prowess far exceeding anything the young man could produce. The end of his life in view, Orgin took one final chance, he traveled farther than he had before in search of better material. The trek left him tired but he knew that if this didn't work he would be ruined, he could never be anything more. Orgin dug, and dug, but the ore was no better, he feared the worst, but just as his hope started to fade, his pick broke though to a small cave, as he stepped though the hole he saw that the cave, maybe only the size of a bedroom, had one stalagmite jutting up out of the floor. As Orgin lifted a torch and looked in he saw, resting on the pillar, was a ring set with a jet black gem. The stone was nearly pulling him in, and as he grasped the ring he knew this could be what saves him.

Orgin returned home to Solruk, no one, no material at all, only the ring, he rushed to his home and packed all of his tools, Solruk was no longer home for him, he knew that this ring was special, but this city was no longer worth the time. On the road out of the city he thought to himself, Why is the ring special, why do I care? as he pondered the idea, his rickety cart hit a rough bump and his hammer fell from the cart. Orgin thrust out the ringed hand to the hammer as it fell only to see a distortion around it, and in the instant, the hammer was in his hand. Orgin stared at the hammer, then the ring, he began to laugh and grin, this was something special, and he would find out how far it went.

Modern Day Slice of Life, only... not?

Name: Lawson Davies
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Skills/Profession/Trade: Lawson works as a general handyman, he repairs any of the broke pipes, and air conditioning units that you find in the apartment building that he lives nearby, but his calloused hands betray his passion for blacksmithing, a passion that he gets a small supplementary income from selling pieces and doing demonstrations at the local arts and history centers.
Short bio: Lawson lived in a small town with just a normal small town vibe. Lawson went to the local high school, but had few aspirations for college so he went right into the workforce. When Lawson was working on the piping in one of the rooms, he needed to repair a bracket that had broken, He chose to use a torch and hammer to repair the shape rather than tried to find a new piece, and he found that it was fun and so began a hobbyists journey to become a smith.

I'm game for whatever.

Looking for a 1x1 to really get back into the swing (18+)

Hey there everyone I would love to get some kind of rp going, I really want to do a romance or fantasy kind of deal, but am totally down for anything that isn't playing as animals, I...I just can't.

I would like to make it known that I do want this to be a mature rp, I need to get brushed up on the rules involved again but I just want to make it doubly clear, and thanks in advance to all who give me a look.

Hey There

With two replies so fast to just an intro, things are already looking up. Thanks a ton, I will make sure to check out rules and the newcomer guide.