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Hello fellow Guild members. I'm Zmerr. I love to roleplay. I am very loyal to my roleplays and will honestly let you know when or if I have lost interest. In return, I trust that anyone I may be playing with does the same. I play a wide range of settings with the exception of most supernatural themes. I am almost always willing to try new things and love originality. I'm easy-going and I'm not particularly picky about grammar, though I take pride in my own. I can post anywhere from one sentence to ten paragraphs depending on the situation, though I try to keep it in a range of two to five paragraphs.
Also- If I suddenly seem super busy, don't mistake it as a lack of interest. I'm also the leader of a roleplay guild in Guild Wars 2 and often hold meetings and such.
Also- If I suddenly seem super busy, don't mistake it as a lack of interest. I'm also the leader of a roleplay guild in Guild Wars 2 and often hold meetings and such.
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Just the fact that she WAS walking around in Blake's shirt and that she NEEDED a bra. That's what I meant. I am also a guy in real life and I just want to keep this RP clean.
I'm just saying, none of that was really necessary. Just please keep it non-sexual as much as you can. That is my only rule.
Gemini, is that OUR group you see?
Lee kept walking. Her steps almost completely silent. She came to an overturned wagon and used it as cover. She peered around the side and examined the scene. If she moved out into the open now, it was very likely she'd get shot. She surveyed silently as the shouting continued.
Well try not to worry about it. We don't need stuff like that here.
"It's not like I had any other choice." Luc muttered as Angel helped him to his feet. He was relieved to see that they hadn't forgotten about him. "So what'd I miss?"
Name: Merrick Fallenoak
Age: 22
Personality: Angry, cocky, loud. Mostly due to the fact that he's drunk most of the time.
Appearance: tall, brawny, dark brown straight hair, green eyes.
Rank: none.
Equipment(Magic goes here): Morning star in the left hand and greatsword in the right
Bio(does not have to be long): Merrick grew up in the rich part of town. His father was always pressuring him to become a knight. “Knighthood pays a nice chunk of change if you please the right people” he'd say. Merrick trained as often as he could, mastering the ability to use multiple weapons at one time. When he was seventeen, Merrick went to the annual knighting ceremony. Every year, in his kingdom, five of the “most worthy” men would be knighted. There were games and alcohol galore. On the day of his challenge, a messenger came bearing terrible news. Merrick's father had become terribly ill and was expected to die within the week. Merrick quickly ran home, leaving his challenge unfinished. Needless to say, he was not knighted that year. After his father's death, he became a heavy drinker. He could often be found passed out on the side of the road. Most days, he spent helping his mother around the house. He loved her, but he was short with her, often calling her names. One day, when she too was ill, she called him into her room. He obediently entered and she pressed something into his hand. It was a flat chunk of bone with strange pictures engraved in it. He thought little of the gift, but it seemed important to the dying woman. He kept it in her honor. She died hours later. He then packed up and left home, leaving only the dead body of his mother and the flames of the burning house he used to call his own.
Sorry the Bio is so long. I borrowed Merrick from another one of my roleplays and he required a detailed bio. Also, the amulet played a big part in that roleplay. It could mean nothing in this one.
Age: 22
Personality: Angry, cocky, loud. Mostly due to the fact that he's drunk most of the time.
Appearance: tall, brawny, dark brown straight hair, green eyes.
Rank: none.
Equipment(Magic goes here): Morning star in the left hand and greatsword in the right
Bio(does not have to be long): Merrick grew up in the rich part of town. His father was always pressuring him to become a knight. “Knighthood pays a nice chunk of change if you please the right people” he'd say. Merrick trained as often as he could, mastering the ability to use multiple weapons at one time. When he was seventeen, Merrick went to the annual knighting ceremony. Every year, in his kingdom, five of the “most worthy” men would be knighted. There were games and alcohol galore. On the day of his challenge, a messenger came bearing terrible news. Merrick's father had become terribly ill and was expected to die within the week. Merrick quickly ran home, leaving his challenge unfinished. Needless to say, he was not knighted that year. After his father's death, he became a heavy drinker. He could often be found passed out on the side of the road. Most days, he spent helping his mother around the house. He loved her, but he was short with her, often calling her names. One day, when she too was ill, she called him into her room. He obediently entered and she pressed something into his hand. It was a flat chunk of bone with strange pictures engraved in it. He thought little of the gift, but it seemed important to the dying woman. He kept it in her honor. She died hours later. He then packed up and left home, leaving only the dead body of his mother and the flames of the burning house he used to call his own.
Sorry the Bio is so long. I borrowed Merrick from another one of my roleplays and he required a detailed bio. Also, the amulet played a big part in that roleplay. It could mean nothing in this one.
"Try screaming!" Ana yelled as she trampled through the forest foliage to get to Ben. once there, she started screeching. The creature ducked its head and began clawing at what Ana assumed to be its ears.
I am
I'm all over the idea of a fantasy RP. Just let me know if/when you start one.
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