Lucias *UNDER CONSTRUCTION* « Result #1 on Nov 12, 2008, 5:29pm »
Name: Lucias
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Race: Elf
Status:
Affiliation: Loyal to the Queen
Appearance: With short, curly dark hair and dazzling brown eyes, Lucias is extremely handsome. He has a lean figure, but he has enough weighgt on him tyo be considered average. He never really gains of loses weight, because he maintains a healty diet. He is commonly seen with abow across his back and a smile on his face.
Re: is this a dead site? « Result #2 on Nov 3, 2007, 10:48pm »
you know what? i think it is. and i have a solution. quit it. because i don't want people to take my charry i am deleting her and leaving this place. FoReVeR!
Iyra Devlin Ringrose « Result #3 on Jul 3, 2007, 6:26am »
Name: Iyra Devlin RingRose
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Status: Peasant
Affiliation: ?
Appearance: Iyra is average in height, standing 5'5" and is curvy yet slender. She is fairly proportioned and is fair-skinned, her face is oval in shape and is framed by long waves of deep chestnut locks. Her eyes are sage and large, giving her a look of innocence. And her lips are full and light pink in color. Iyra also has a scar that runs from the top of her shoulder to her collarbone on the right side. She normally chooses to wear dark colors, her most worn outfit being a dark blue dress that she ripped, making it easier to move around in as well as a dark gray cloak.
Personality: Iyar is normally quiet around others, she likes to keep to herself, but will open up if she feels comfortable enough. She is also very stubborn, and doesn't give up easily. She adores the arts. She is strong minded, is intelligent and will not allow herself to be controlled by anyone and can be quite sarcastic at times. Iyra is kind and good natured, she also has a curious side, and allthough she likes to keep to herself, she will do almost anything to help out those in need.
Strengths: She has some experience with a sword, but excels in the arts, she mostly sings and paints. She also has some experience being a seamstress
Weaknesses: She is very trusting, and is sometimes naive. She has a fear of silence.
Magic: She has no magical power
Weaponry Skills: Iyra carries a long sword that was made for her by her father and has some skills involving hand to hand combat.
Character History: Iyras father was Devlin Alexander Ringrose, a blacksmith from Laliwyn and her mother was Gabriel Iyra Corbain, a seamstress also from Laliwyn. Both not very well known. Iyra was born on the night of a full moon and nearly died due to complication with the birth, unfortunately, even though she survived, her mother did not. though he was still young, her father chose not to marry again and raised Iyra the best he could. when she was 14 her father taught her about swords and briefly taught her how to use one, telling her that he would teach her more when she was older. At the age of 15, Iyra took an interest in the arts and began to paint and sing as a hobby. She also took up sewing and attempted to gain the skills her mother had before she died. She lived a pretty normal life, but on the eave of her 18th birthday it all changed. Iyra, being a light sleeper awoke to the sound of someone walking around the house. She got up and wondered into her fathers bedroom to find some one standing over her fathers dead body. Although she hadn't made a sound, the stranger had seen her and attacked slashing at her, the blade made contact and she was cut from her collarbone to the top of her shoulder, but she managed to escape and ran into the night. After a few days Iyra stumbled back home, injured, dehydrated and hungry, she packed a few things into a sack, patched her wound the best she could and left forever... Now she lives where she can, surviving off whatever she can get.
Sample RP: Joshua laughed as Rae tripped over his own feet. "you did what!?" he yelped as he stared in awe. Joshua smiled and produced a small piece of paper that had been ripped from a note book. On the piece of paper a phone number and name were scribbled in a girls hand writing. Rae shook his head, she still couldn't believe that Josh, an average Joe, was able to get Georgina Andrews' phone number. She was the most popular girl in school, and only dated football players. "You drugged her!" Rae mocked. "you had to have!" he poked fun at josh and pushed him playfully. Josh scoffed. "believe what you want, but I've got to go get ready for a date!" he smiled and strolled away, a new confidence about him.
General Theme: This RPG is set in a land ruled by the Dark Lord but the White Knights of old want to restore the land to its former glory. Will you choose to help them or oppose them.
Types/Kinds of Humanoids Allowed: Humans Elves Dwarfs Nyphai El'vin Halflings Mountain men Wizards/Witches Sorcerers/Sorceresses Mages/Dark Mages Magicians Shades White Knight Riders Neutral Riders Gryphon Riders Dark Elves
Difficulty: Suitable for all. Plot/Intro: Story: Centuries ago Arnath was a flourishing land. Trade was good, and with the help of the Mages and Riders order was kept between the races of the land. But Darkness was coming. A Dark Lord, who goes by the name of Srien Vathius, along with his army of fowl creatures and twisted beings had set his eyes on Arnath and wanted to make it his own. There were years of bloodshed and the Mages and Riders of good that did not flee, were killed in one last bloody battle. Srien Vathius took over the rule of Arnath. Life became hard for all those living there. Most tried to hide. The Elves, Centaurs and Si'lura into the forest. The Dwarves and the Gryphons into the mountains. But many were left out in the open. The towns and villages became home to soldiers who harshly taxed the population. Life was hard. However the White Knights that did escape are returning. With the help of many other beings that they have befriended in lands across the sea. They are set to take the land back from the hands of the Dark Lord Himself. Although gaining help from the inhabitants of Arnath itself may be hard as over the centuries of his rule the Dark Lord has spread lies and rumors convincing people that he is the rightful ruler and that he is working for the best interests of all the races. But the Knights live in hope. Are there some who still have doubts about this Ruler who will aid the White Knights in their quest. To free Arnath.
This RPG is based in a fantasy land called Arnath the races inhabiting it are a mixture of those from many books and films making this a very diverse RPG with lots of prospects for role playing. And, as its made up it doesn't have to follow the storyline of a book so RP's can be nearly anything.
Current Plot: The Dark Lord is gathering more troops everyday. War is increasing in cities. Fights between Friends and families have broken out. No one wants to choose sides but they must. Amongst the confusion of war, no one has realized that people have started to mysteriously die. Finally the people of Arnath realise the source. The Dark Lord has been sending out birds that carry a disease called Geostigma into the towns and cities of Arnath. The disease infects at any part of the body, causing the victims to die within one week from intense pain. A group of people from various towns and the White Knights have grouped together to retrieve a cure so the plague can end. The only problem, is that the cure is found in only one place. The Dark Lords Fortress. The Tower of Shadows. Will you be the one who will retrieve the cure or will you be on the side of the Dark Lord and kill anyone that tries to reach the cure... Light has turned to dark... Now you must decide...
Joined: Feb 2007 Gender: Male Posts: 2 Location: californa Karma: 0
drevin magjer « Result #6 on Feb 20, 2007, 8:23pm »
Name: drevin magjer
Age: 16
Sex: male
Race: demon
Status: currently single
Affiliation: monarchy
Appearance:
Personality: mostly calm
Strengths: clear headed most the time
Weaknesses: fears flames
Magic: regeneration(fire keeps him from regenerateing)
Weaponary Skills: sword and his claws
Character History: lost his family in a fire stared by one of the white lightning members. he once had wings but during his childhood they had been ripped out of his back
Sample RP:
drevin sighed as he staired at the skys he dreamed of a way the have wings again but thanks to the same flames that distroyed his family that wasnt going to happen
In The Time Of The Riders « Result #7 on Feb 6, 2007, 7:55pm »
In the Time of the Riders — A roleplay based on Christopher Paolini's Inheritance Trilogy, though a thorough knowledge of the two existing books is not needed. If you are familiar with the series, this roleplay takes place about 100 years before Eragon, when the Dragon Riders are still in control of Alagaesia, but a small band under Galbatorix, the Thirteen Forsworn, has begun wreaking havoc on the Riders. Alagaesia is being thrown into chaos. http://riders.avidgamers.com
Joined: Dec 2006 Gender: Female Posts: 1 Location: If you ask, you'll regret it Karma: 0
Lúthien Elensar *Undone* « Result #8 on Dec 3, 2006, 6:24pm »
Name: Lúthien Elensar
Age: 100 years
Sex: she
Race: elf
Status: middle class
Affiliation: neutral
Appearance: Luthien has long, dark colored hair that is the deepest shade of peurple you could find. Her eyes are an irrodescent violet with long, black eyelashes furling around them. Her face is oval and her cheekbones are laid out almost perfectly on her face. Her build is slender and sort of curvy in "particular places." She has small tapered ears and a long neck. it is just long enough to give her an exotic beauty. Her fingers are long and slender, perfect for archery.
Personality: Lúthien is a confined soul, only connecting with her dragon, if hers is ever to hatch. Her life was filled with much turmiol and dispare, causing her to sort of drift away from anyone and everyone but Fethe. She is very wise and has seen "too much for her years". Her heart is in the air and the earth, but her mind is in the shadowy depths of the world. She strives to find a way to help defeat the all evil and is awlways searching for ways to help. Many people describe her as quick whitted but quiet. She only speaks when indeed nessacary and has never really been "close" to anyone before. Dislikes dwarves only because they dislike her. They identify her as "creepy" and always look down upon her and her works. She loves to sing and loves carving and making bows. She is an artist and is fascinated by the human paint and canvass approach to painting. Taquera has always had a heart for horses and her animal friends, and owns a regal mare named Sairalindë. She has befriended a young cat(main coon cat!) that has descended from a werecat. Thus is magical and able to mindspeak with taquera. It is an intelligent animal named Fethe.
Strengths: Archery, Swordsmanship, Horsemanship, swimming, running, great connection with animals and strong magical mental links.
Joined: Nov 2006 Gender: Female Posts: 28 Karma: 1
Re: Brooding « Result #9 on Nov 26, 2006, 2:46pm »
Kelandra bowed her head, "You have my full grief Amroth." She replied solemnly. She waited as Naithenir spoke, before replying quickly, "Yes, freedom is something I have not had for awhile, I've either been working till' I dropped, or in the army." Kelandra rested her head upon her fist, once again waiting for Naithenir to speak. "I would bet so, large towns always seem so eventful." She twirled her auburn locks with her forefinger, gaze lingering on Naithenir as he spoke about his view upon the army. She glanced down at the wolf, he seemed intent on listening on this conversation, Kelandra mentally laughed.
"The army is amazing, I've only been in training for a few scant days, however I still have a great impression. It is hard work, and requires sacrifice of most comfort, but it is well worth it." Kel replied, nodding, "I would think an elf like you would do great with scouting and the like, seeing as you know the forests so very well. And I would think they would allow Shimizu to accompany you, he must work wonder when it comes to the art of tracking." Kelandra speculated.
She scoffed at the thought of herself scouting, she prefered the action of battle, the thought of throwing your life on the line. Scouting did have its pro's, but it also had its own con's. She wouldn't mind maybe scouting occasionally, the forest was a place of wonders, the animals being what she enjoyed most. Horses were more of her specialty however, riding and fighting upon the large brutes, she doubted very much horses were ridden by those scouting through the thick undergrowth of the forests, in places they would be no more than a burden, the trees, once you have delved deeper, would be too closely packed together for a horse to pass through without constant assistance.
Joined: Nov 2006 Gender: Female Posts: 28 Karma: 1
Re: Training Class Two: Marksmanship « Result #10 on Nov 26, 2006, 2:26pm »
Short bow grasped firmly in hand, she moved forward. A man had seen it all, her hard running around the track, her apparent 'speed'. She scoffed at that word, mentally of course, but she was not the fastest, nor could she run the farthest. She shook it off though. She passed. She moved on to the next level. Grinning, she walked onto the parapet, maybe half a mile from the rectruitment tower. It was quiet, other worldly so. Calm. It was a simple archery range. Continuing forward, she eyed the targets. Set approxiametly 40 yards away, some closer, some a tad farther.
She grabbed the bark quiver off her back, stopping at a target, maybe 35 yards off. Deciding this was fairly average, if not below average, she set her bow down on the ground, and deposited the arrows from the quiver, sticking their iron heads into the soft earthen ground. Decidedly ready she drew up the arrow slinger into her hand, marveling at the beautiful craftsmanship for a few intense moments. The grain of the wood was perfect, and the grip, soft, and the perfect size for any type of hand. Plucking an arrow from the ground, she loaded the short bow, pulling the newly waxed string back with her middle, and index fingers. Eyes scrunched, she analysed the distance, and angle of the target, fixed her posture, and let loose the arrow.
The arrow jumped forward, if one could see in slow motion, it quivered wildly. Burying itself moments later into the straw target, red and azure circles painted on, Kel grinned wildly. It struck not on the center, but just outside, a fairly good shot. Another arrow was plucked from the ground, string drawn, as she tried, almost failing, at rapidly firing the last bunch of arrows she had left. A few scant minutes later, all arrows firmly stuck in the straw bale, she stepped forward, placing her bow on the ground, and sprinted forward to retrieve the arrows. They were haphazardously scattered around the target, and much to her displeasure, only two had found its way into the inner circle. Her mood rose, however, when she noticed all arrows were in the target. "No retrieving them from the bloody forest this time." Kelandra muttered, remembering past attempts.
Pulling the last of the arrows from the bale, she turned swiftly, arrows held between her two gloved hands. Walking casually back, she deposited the arrows on the ground, dropping down beside them. Her arm was fairly tired, though still fresh. She stuck her hand out, grapping the bow once again. "Two more rounds..." Kelandra said quietly under her breath, jumping up. She loaded her bow, firing rapidly the arrows once again. One jumped forward, burying itself into the direct center, she let out a whoop, leaping into the air, and pumped her fist. Grinning, she continued her practice, training, whatever the captains called it.
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