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In the middle of exams. Apologies to all RPs for the silence. Responses will come soon tho!
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Wildest thing I learned was that the Mistborn series is loosely tied with the Stormlight Archive in this incredible novel universe Sanderson is making.
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I think The Long Night was amazing. The Battle of Helm's Deep for GoT, and it pulled it off wonderfully.
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Yo! I'm Torack, you can call me Jay!
I've been RPing for a long, long time. I blame it on my overactive imagination, but it's a wonderful medium to put all these creative ideas into some sorta use. My favourite genre is fantasy. Straight up fantasy. It can be high fantasy, low fantasy, dark, modern. I love fantasy, grew up with it. I also like sci-fi, dystopian settings, etc.. Characterization and character driven stories are my favourite type of RPs, I like seeing them grow and change and the way characters react to completely shit and horrible situations. It's always a fun time.
Personally, my hobbies include reading, although recently the only types of reading I've been doing is from text books ffs. I like sports, any type of sport really, except soccer. My legs are way too clumsy for that sport. Music is something I love, R&B mostly, although I'll listen to mostly anything.
I also love pie. Pie is life, especially pecan pie. It's damn near traumatizing knowing that I haven't eaten any in like five years. Sad times.
Discord:
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I've been RPing for a long, long time. I blame it on my overactive imagination, but it's a wonderful medium to put all these creative ideas into some sorta use. My favourite genre is fantasy. Straight up fantasy. It can be high fantasy, low fantasy, dark, modern. I love fantasy, grew up with it. I also like sci-fi, dystopian settings, etc.. Characterization and character driven stories are my favourite type of RPs, I like seeing them grow and change and the way characters react to completely shit and horrible situations. It's always a fun time.
Personally, my hobbies include reading, although recently the only types of reading I've been doing is from text books ffs. I like sports, any type of sport really, except soccer. My legs are way too clumsy for that sport. Music is something I love, R&B mostly, although I'll listen to mostly anything.
I also love pie. Pie is life, especially pecan pie. It's damn near traumatizing knowing that I haven't eaten any in like five years. Sad times.
Discord:
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I've got plans for a guy to be from the Doniaeth nation. If you were looking for a CS I can do that, too!
credit for drawing goes to SHAWCJ
Name: Bran Talanhart
Age: 23
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Personality: Bran is an arrogant, proud, and confident young man who is used to getting things done his way. Around him is an air of superiority and a demand to be acknowledged, and oft times he can be quite charming. Despite his arrogance however, he does have a strong sense of honour and duty that was drilled into him consistently as a kid and be quick to anger when his honour is challenged. He is easy to make friends with, if one looks past the pride, but he trusts nearly no one. Bran is often seen sporting a small smile when not doing anything important.
History: Bran was raised by a powerful family within Arocina, and his father -- a powerful aristocrat -- wanted his son to become general of the army to further his own desires. Bran complied to his father's wishes willingly and was squired to a renowned knight at the age of eight. He was knighted at the age of fifteen and was drafted in the army quickly thereafter.
His time in the army taught the young Bran discipline, honour, and duty, and drilled those three concepts in him on a nearly daily basis. At the age of nineteen, commanding a small force, he was sent out to take down a band of mercenaires that were pillaging outlying villages and causing havoc on the nation's borders. When Bran confronted the mercenary band, he found them to be malnourished farmers and shepherds who resorted to pillaging in order to feed themselves. Feeling pity upon them, Bran turned a blind eye and returned to his superiors explaining that the mercenaries had caught sight of them and fled before a confrontation could happen.
A few weeks later, he was brought to court and stripped of his military rank and dishonourably discharged from service. Hearing the news, Bran's father disowned him. With nothing left in Arocina, he left for Nesia and worked as a lowly mercenary for nearly a year when he heard of a new hunter's guild being formed. He quickly jumped at the opportunity and was among the first to join Inferno Hall.
Equipment: He wears a full suit of armour, carries a longsword along with a shield, and a couple of daggers hidden in his boots.
Occupation: Inferno Hall
Moral Standing: Good
Likes: combat, duels, food, sleeping, swords, armour, and horses.
Dislikes: politics, political figures, his father, and lazy people
Fears: Becoming like his father, being kicked out of Inferno Hall for his morals, and using his strength for evil intentions.
Oh snap! I'm definitely interested in this!
I'm definitely interested in this idea, and the races look pretty awesome!
Name: Tayroven Yetterneth
Date of birth(season, day out of 90): Summer, 81
Age: 24
True age(age multiplied by 6): 144
Gender: Male
Position: Head Hunter
Skills: Hunting, trapping, skinning, cooking, tracking, long range weaponry use, fire-making.
Appearance(pic, description, or both): Tayroven is a tall, fair elf with a golden mane and bright green eyes. He has an angular face with thin lips that are in a constant frown and a cleft chin underneath. On his face and right arm are tattooes he had gotten once he became Head Hunter and he wears a mix of leather, cloth and thick bark as armour. He is always seen carrying his longbow along with a quiver tied to his waist, within is always two dozen arrows.
the pic
Personality: Tayrovan is an unusually calm person with patience that seems to never run dry. Coupled with this is his knack for harshness and the fact that he was never seen smiling. He's dedicated to his job, to provide game for his community as well as train his underlings on how to become proficient hunters. Tayrovan isn't a cold person, though most assume he is, in actuality he doesn't find much interest in what the people talk with him about; that by no means indicates that he's solitary or socially impaired, he can hold a conversation, and has been seen to, just as well as any other elf. Added with this is the fact that it takes a great amount of effort to gain Tayrovan's trust, and an even greater effort to earn his friendship -- he considers all his friends as siblings and treats them as such, favouring them above the rest of the community.
History: Tayrovan was born to a priestess and the Head Hunter at that time. From the moment he could run, his father paired him with a wolf cub and they began training. His mother's early death drove him to excel in hunting as a means to escape the reality of his loss. His father, despite himself, was proud of his son's achievements and began taking him on every hunting trip until he was of age. Once Tayrovan proved himself capable, his father stepped down and Tayrovan took his place as the Head Hunter at quite a young age.
Date of birth(season, day out of 90): Summer, 81
Age: 24
True age(age multiplied by 6): 144
Gender: Male
Position: Head Hunter
Skills: Hunting, trapping, skinning, cooking, tracking, long range weaponry use, fire-making.
Appearance(pic, description, or both): Tayroven is a tall, fair elf with a golden mane and bright green eyes. He has an angular face with thin lips that are in a constant frown and a cleft chin underneath. On his face and right arm are tattooes he had gotten once he became Head Hunter and he wears a mix of leather, cloth and thick bark as armour. He is always seen carrying his longbow along with a quiver tied to his waist, within is always two dozen arrows.
the pic
Personality: Tayrovan is an unusually calm person with patience that seems to never run dry. Coupled with this is his knack for harshness and the fact that he was never seen smiling. He's dedicated to his job, to provide game for his community as well as train his underlings on how to become proficient hunters. Tayrovan isn't a cold person, though most assume he is, in actuality he doesn't find much interest in what the people talk with him about; that by no means indicates that he's solitary or socially impaired, he can hold a conversation, and has been seen to, just as well as any other elf. Added with this is the fact that it takes a great amount of effort to gain Tayrovan's trust, and an even greater effort to earn his friendship -- he considers all his friends as siblings and treats them as such, favouring them above the rest of the community.
History: Tayrovan was born to a priestess and the Head Hunter at that time. From the moment he could run, his father paired him with a wolf cub and they began training. His mother's early death drove him to excel in hunting as a means to escape the reality of his loss. His father, despite himself, was proud of his son's achievements and began taking him on every hunting trip until he was of age. Once Tayrovan proved himself capable, his father stepped down and Tayrovan took his place as the Head Hunter at quite a young age.
Footsteps echoed throughout the lower deck as a large, husky man came running towards him with straw-like hair, a soft gruff on his face, and an altogether dirty appearance. He stopped his running when he drew near and went into a walk before stopping completely. "The captain requests your presence at the helm, master Emitt," the husky man said with a blank face. The man stood there awkwardly for a few seconds trying to figure out whether to accompany Eovaine or not, but it seemed that he decided that he would be better off doing something elsewhere as he turned and walked off.
Eovaine put down his pen and blew on the pages of his journal to dry the ink on them and closed it as he watched the man walk off. He stood and stretched his sore back for a few seconds and walked up on deck and made his way to the helm where he saw the captain standing next to his helmsman. The captain was a skinnier fellow with brown hair under a tricorne and a blue trench coat. "Good afternoon, captain," he greeted the man with a small smile, moving his white hair from his eyes.
"Indeed, master Emitt. The wind is good, the sky is clear, and land draws near at last."
"How long until we reach Vekia?"
"Not long at all. The seagulls are singing above us; perhaps another half hour or hour at most."
"Very well, I'll get my things ready."
"No need, my men are already attending to that."
"No disrespect, captain, but I'd like to keep an eye on them in any case."
"Alright, suit yourself," Eoviane heard the captain say as he walked down from the helm and got below the deck. It wasn't long until he found the men gathering his things and putting them into chests. Whatever wasn't already in a chest, anyway. By the time they finished, Eovaine felt the ship slow and eventually come to a stop. He payed the men extra coin to gather his belongings into the Anverstark Inn. "Tell the bar keep it's from me, he should show you the room to leave my things in," he told them and walked back on deck and looked upon Vekia's harbour.
He hadn't been to the place in several years, and to be back brought a sort of excitement to him. "Thank you for the ride," he said to the captain and got off the ship and began wondering the city, remembering the streets and various shops and buildings as he did so. After a while of walking he found himself in the midst of the marketplace and decided he could do with a bit of shopping and began browsing until he came upon a hooded figure sitting behind a rug. Curious, he crouched and cocked his head to try and get a better view behind the hood. "How much for the gold trinket?" He asked.
Eovaine put down his pen and blew on the pages of his journal to dry the ink on them and closed it as he watched the man walk off. He stood and stretched his sore back for a few seconds and walked up on deck and made his way to the helm where he saw the captain standing next to his helmsman. The captain was a skinnier fellow with brown hair under a tricorne and a blue trench coat. "Good afternoon, captain," he greeted the man with a small smile, moving his white hair from his eyes.
"Indeed, master Emitt. The wind is good, the sky is clear, and land draws near at last."
"How long until we reach Vekia?"
"Not long at all. The seagulls are singing above us; perhaps another half hour or hour at most."
"Very well, I'll get my things ready."
"No need, my men are already attending to that."
"No disrespect, captain, but I'd like to keep an eye on them in any case."
"Alright, suit yourself," Eoviane heard the captain say as he walked down from the helm and got below the deck. It wasn't long until he found the men gathering his things and putting them into chests. Whatever wasn't already in a chest, anyway. By the time they finished, Eovaine felt the ship slow and eventually come to a stop. He payed the men extra coin to gather his belongings into the Anverstark Inn. "Tell the bar keep it's from me, he should show you the room to leave my things in," he told them and walked back on deck and looked upon Vekia's harbour.
He hadn't been to the place in several years, and to be back brought a sort of excitement to him. "Thank you for the ride," he said to the captain and got off the ship and began wondering the city, remembering the streets and various shops and buildings as he did so. After a while of walking he found himself in the midst of the marketplace and decided he could do with a bit of shopping and began browsing until he came upon a hooded figure sitting behind a rug. Curious, he crouched and cocked his head to try and get a better view behind the hood. "How much for the gold trinket?" He asked.
*starts whispering to everyone*
Cast your bets! I'm betting against this being true~!
Cast your bets! I'm betting against this being true~!
ManoftheNorth said
Bah, you are far less boring then I.Oh yeah! *He tackles into her lap.*
ManoftheNorth said
*He tackles into her lap*
ManoftheNorth said
HER
Ursa is a Her? That... hm. That's a major paradigm shift.
Luscius... that wiggling chibi is distracting me! What is it??
That's a rather interesting set up you've got there, Ursa. I'd rather my character be in a group with Luka because skender kinda just... he's just weird.
That's a rather interesting set up you've got there, Ursa. I'd rather my character be in a group with Luka because skender kinda just... he's just weird.
They're definitely handy, and they're ridiculously cheap in bulk! Though, their meat standards aren't all that great... I've gotten food poisoning a few times from eating the livers of a few maids. Wasn't a very fun week for me.
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