Roleplayer Guild - Forum Roleplaying Games http://roleplayerguild.com/ Forum based play-by-post role playing games from fantasy to futuristic settings where members create and interact with freeform user-driven characters, story lines, and settings. Role plays are organized by skill-level. en Wed, 22 May 2013 15:51:21 GMT vBulletin 60 http://roleplayerguild.com/images/misc/rss.png Roleplayer Guild - Forum Roleplaying Games http://roleplayerguild.com/ The Crossover Dimension IC http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206831-The-Crossover-Dimension-IC&goto=newpost Wed, 22 May 2013 15:35:12 GMT 0600, Remote Satellite Facility of Edwards Air Force Base, Nevada. Deemed: Area 51 The screen inside one of the underground facilities in Area 51... 0600, Remote Satellite Facility of Edwards Air Force Base, Nevada. Deemed: Area 51
The screen inside one of the underground facilities in Area 51 began to blink red. A young airman rushed to it "Sir... there appears to be some kind of anomaly going on nearby.... It's weird. I don't know how to explain it."

Nearby in a small Nevada town the wind whipped and the sky turned black, but no rain or lightning was around. The ground began to shake and then there was a bright flash. Right outside of the town the dust rose in a large cloud as something hit the ground.

Galen Marek looked around. "Where the kriff am I..? This is no Imperial Base... nor any other planet I've seen before..." He checked a small HUD he wore which picked up no information about his location. He reached out with the force, but felt strange things about him. ]]> Free Roleplay G33k http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206831-The-Crossover-Dimension-IC Phoenix Echo:OOC http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206830-Phoenix-Echo-OOC&goto=newpost Wed, 22 May 2013 15:29:50 GMT Its the year 2015 and new earth is at war with each other,many have died because of the war.The Government of Crisis have declared loyal to the... Its the year 2015 and new earth is at war with each other,many have died because of the war.The Government of Crisis have declared loyal to the USE,making the war even more deadly than it was too start with. Phoenix have formed a infantry unit know Echo,You Are The Echo!

How to Apply? Simple use this format below

Name:
Rank:
Age:
Personalty:
Background:
Weapon: (Note The weapons Can be anything within reason)

War Back-story
Since arriving at new earth the USE have wanted total control over the economic advancements and technology,wanting to stop people stealing the research they implied the death penalty on all those who apposed them,thus formed Phoenix.Phoenix was originally a British political party until there leader Left to join the USE as a power hungry official.They began to steal the tech by any means,even moles of the USE helped. Unfourtualy this didn't last long,USE found out and declared war upon them resulting in the entire of new earth to chose their side of the war which they never wanted.
]]> Casual OOC TheFate http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206830-Phoenix-Echo-OOC <![CDATA[<Witty title here>]]> http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206827-lt-Witty-title-here-gt&goto=newpost Wed, 22 May 2013 15:03:40 GMT Hey everybody!
My name's Alex, and I've been RP'ing for about 7 years now. I got hooked very young reading Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Anne McCaffrey, T.A. Barron, and so many others, with each story wishing myself into the world. To this day, Fantasy remains by far my favorite genre, but I've dabbled in many others.

I've been a huge fan of D&D for some time, cutting my teeth in 3.5. I currently play in one campaign and DM a second (both 4e).

Other things I love: Anime, computers, programming, music, photography, reading, cooking....
Don't know what a lot of that have to do with RP, but there it is just the same.
Anybody has questions or just want to fanboy with me over shared interests, please feel free!

~~~~Alex ]]> Introduce Yourself lazerking9 http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206827-lt-Witty-title-here-gt I Come in Peace!... Most of the time http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206826-I-Come-in-Peace!-Most-of-the-time&goto=newpost Wed, 22 May 2013 13:42:00 GMT Hello guys and gals! This is me verifying that I am certainly not a spambot of any make,shape, or model. I've migrated over from the nationstates forum which usually involve RPing on a larger scale like controlling nations with a few character controlling throughout. I enjoyed creating the stories and progressing my characters and nation so i figured I'd onto greener pastures which is where I found this amazing looking websites devoted to just RPing. I look forward to playing and battling against you guys. Thanks! ]]> Introduce Yourself srsmith96 http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206826-I-Come-in-Peace!-Most-of-the-time .... http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206825&goto=newpost Wed, 22 May 2013 12:28:52 GMT Image: http://www.reactiongifs.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/do-not-want-jump.gif ]]> Forum Games/Spam NatsumeHack http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206825 Minecraft Premium Account Giveaway http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206824-Minecraft-Premium-Account-Giveaway&goto=newpost Wed, 22 May 2013 11:02:18 GMT We have received new premiums accounts from our sponsors during week and added them for Weekend’s special giveaway! We will give away total of 13... We have received new premiums accounts from our sponsors during week and added them for Weekend’s special giveaway! We will give away total of 13 Minecraft premium accounts and 5 free gift codes again as previous weekends!


http://minegiftcode.blogspot.ro/ ]]> Casual Roleplay masnjdlaksid http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206824-Minecraft-Premium-Account-Giveaway The House of Drama http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206823-The-House-of-Drama&goto=newpost Wed, 22 May 2013 11:01:04 GMT Teens are being put in a house. All have been kicked out of school for different things. They were invited here...what they don't know is that there are cameras and they are being recorded... ]]> Free Interest Checks Reyawolfe http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206823-The-House-of-Drama <![CDATA[The Land of Drazon [ Steampunk RP ] [ IC ]]]> http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206822-The-Land-of-Drazon-Steampunk-RP-IC&goto=newpost Wed, 22 May 2013 10:48:48 GMT CLOSED 1x1x1x1x1 *ACCEPTED SHEETS* Silverpoint345 Name: Torrent Soris Title: The Sword Hunter Gender: Male Age: 21
CLOSED 1x1x1x1x1

ACCEPTED SHEETS

Silverpoint345

Name: Torrent Soris
Title: The Sword Hunter
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Slender and elusive, with long hair and a wary gaze.
Personality: Known as the 'sword hunter' for the mismatched armoury of blades he carries with him, Torrent is quiet and reflective of situations. He is however, often arrogant, believing that others only get in his way. That said, he knows when to team up, usually with someone who is of equal power. His fighting technique is harsh yet effective, involving multiple blades and lethal speed.
Disabilities: He has no magic nor abilities, instead choosing to rely simply of Melee attacks.
Clothing: Torrent wears light clothing, suited to stealth through its dark colour.
Armor:*Torrent wears no armour; combined with the weight of his many swords it would simply overwhelm him. Instead, Torrent simply avoids being hit, striking the foe before they can strike back.
Weapons: Torrent carrys with him a huge number of mismatched swords and knives, each gathered on his travels and held in sheaths across his body.
Items: No particular items.
Abilities: Advanced agility in and out of battle.
Special Abilities: Enhanced stealth and silent movement.
Defense items: Torrent has no defence items.
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Gravislayer

Name: Skav Rak Tang
Title: Lethal wind
Gender: Male
Age: 53
Appearance: As all Ratlings Skav posses the physical features of a walking giant rat but therefor he´s rather slim and fragile builded, if you would be able to see his stomach you would recognize the shape of his rip-bones shimmering through his skin and fur. He´s having rather grey fur which a stinch of green which which makes him look like the verge of death. Even thou he looks ill and near to death with that appearence Skav choosed it for his own sake, he likes looking that way and so symbolizes his connection with the cult of pestilence.
Personality: Twisted and insane is that what would come into ones mind if you get to known him first but for a Ratling he´s rather sane and intelligent, well way too intelligent. Since Ratlings have a rather brutish culture where cannibalism, crime and murder belonged to the all days live those creatures are growing up with death and so learn either to fear or to love him for Skav therefor he´s his best friend and so you will often hear him talking about him.
If you would get to known him closer to would recognize a childish vein in his personality, his own view and blunt behavior highly resembels one anyways but then he mostly does some violent shit again and you are starting to learn that it is helpless to try to find out the true nature of this ratling.
Disabilities: Skav holdes no magical abilities and is a weak fighter, he does not posses physical advantages rather disadvantages like fragile bones.
Clothing: A Black Gas-mask would hide Skav´s face and his body would be wrapped in torn clothes while his chest is decorated with a heavy metal-plate with many mechanical instruments. No boots or shoes would be seen on him, he therefor trusts his ratish limps.
On his back, attached to the metal-plate would be a gas-tank which is connected to the mask and provides him with the filthy air of his home. Another one directly below the first would then be used as a combat gas.
Armor: None but the metal plate.
Weapons: Skav´s mainly weapon is his mind, he´s a skilled trapper and inventor in the arts of bombs and chemical compounds. He´s therefor using several automatical syringe-arms for combat which he can control via moduls attached to his spinal cord. Then he uses all kind of gas-bombs to defend himself, Mustard gas, CF-15. All kind of gases who are using a lot of damage to the enemy without directly killing him.
Items: 20x Gas bombs, a pouch of filthy water, little sack with dried meat
Abilities: Climbing, advanced agility, a high intellect, skilled fingers (for lock picking and inventing)
Special Abilities: Immunity to venom and sicknesses alike.
History: Skav grew up in Mud-Haven, a Ratling´s city which gets even ignored by humans thanks to the flith, mud and sicknesses which roam there. As the 21th child in his family but only one under five who is living,he soon realized that in this realm it is a good thing to search friends or a group which can defend and help you. As a religious group who´s goal is it to spread diseases and sicknesses alike the cult of pestilence was Skav´s favourite decision. He joined them and quickly he found a group who was willingly to help each other and also did a great deal to help the city to defend itself against humans, since even thou the humans would conquer this city, they would spread thousand of sickness with them and so killing their loved and dearest while the host would survive them, only acting as a carrier.
Since this cult scavanged a great deal of knowledge they also harvested a giant amount of books which Skaved used to train his mind. Hé wasn´t brutish but he quickly become to recognize that he was a skilled in building things.
Soon Skav grewed into a bomb-builder and also in someone with a great knowledge about chemical-warfare and so the cult sended him, as a messanger to the dragon as they heared of their awakening.
Race: Ratling.

Conceivably

Name: Mondez Stone.
Title: The Blind.
Gender: Male.
Age: 16.
Appearance: Mondez has wide smoke-gray eyes as he is blind in both eyes. His silky, straight, shoulder-length hair is the color of milk chocolate, and is worn in an elegant, dignified style. He is short and has a masculine build. His skin is slightly tanned. He has an elegant nose and high cheekbones.
Personality: Mondez is a bit shady, and very mysterious, but isn’t that cliche? He is quiet, since he doesn’t really need words to show things. He does talk though, but will always seem distant no matter how friendly and close people get to him. He isn’t shy, but is actually aggressive. He’s the strong silent type.
Disabilities: Blind in both eyes.
Clothing: A black trenchcoat, has a ton of pockets decorated with a few tassels. He wears a pair of gray trousers. Though considered outlandish at that time, Mondez was a bit of social rebel. Since he is blind, he always ties a blindfold around his eyes. He wears a simple pair of wooden clogs.
Armor: * He considers armor far too vain, and prefers to go for a daring approach without armor. *
Weapons: A state-of-art multi-load handgun. It has an extremely shiny surface. The handle is formed like a crescent moon, its tips pointing in the same direction as the handgun's barrel. The form of the barrel suggests a fang, with ivory protruding out of it. It fires bullets made of tiny particles of fire from a compressed boiler in the handgun powered by steam.
Items: Some food and a map to navigate his way.
Abilities: Extreme survivability - he can last longer than average without food and water. Adept at PARKOUR! He can swim very well too.
Special Abilities: When triggered, he can fly into a rage, causing a red aura to appear. He than receives an extreme bout of power, and his axe causes critical damage in this period of rage.
History: Mondez was a bit emotional at truth : He could be broken easily during moments, which is odd in the end… raised in Lysonia, a safe haven for lycans, he used to work as a slave. His parents seemed like nice people, But were never quite fond of him for reasons he could never quite grasp. At one point of his teenage years, Mondez's employer was killed, and he was admitted into the units guarding the borders of Lysonia. With his wits and charisma, he quickly advanced through the ranks and became a success. In his later years with his unit, 'Man' arrived. His whole unit was killed by 'Man's new weapons, except for him. A few months later, he had heard a rebellion was rising, and he left Lysonia for good, and set straight for an ancient coal mine.
Defense items: A few small runes on a belt, to defend him from light attacks and black magic. He also carries a rusty iron shield from his days in the unit.
Race: Lycan.

Machine


Name: Ryenthar
Title: Red Arrow
Gender: Male
Age: 77 (for elf, fully grown adult but not particularly old yet)
Appearance: Tall, heavily tanned elf with red hair. Muscular in the wiry, angular kind. Brown eyes, thin lips, quick to smile or frown.
Personality: At first glance friendly and social, easy-going with jokes and devil-may-care-attitude. It takes quite a lot to truly offend him, but when succeeded, he will hold the grudge for eternity and back. Despite his talkative nature, prefers to keep his private issues very private. Occasionally will lapse into morose sulking and undirected hatred, usually accompanied by private bottle.
Disabilities: Doesn't like swimming and large bodies of water scare him. Avoids being on boats, so far successfully. Attachment and trust issues.
Clothing: Dark brown and green, aimed for forest camoflage. Lightly armored, mostly combination of leather and resilient fabrics.
Armor: Light body armor.
Weapons: Assortment of hunting weapons: Bow, rifle, short sword, several knives.
Items: Camping gear, traps.
Abilities: Hunter, tracker, marksman. Low level magic to enhance his skills.
Special Abilities: Low level telepathy, mostly able to pick up on feelings, occasionally surface thoughts. On special occasion might be able to do jedi mindtrick type of thing or dig in deeper for a memory.
History: His people's city and land was conquered and destroyed by "Man" before his birth. He grew up on the stories of lost splendour, while drifting from one place to another with his family, earning their living as they could. He learned to hunt from the young age, as well as some magic. Growing up, he found a teacher and together they explored the world further away. Their favorite prey was Man, and they lived as bounty hunters and thiefs.
Defense items: Magical tattoos to increase resistance to diseases and poisons, and help him heal faster.
Race: Forest elf

INTRODUCTION

The land of Drazon was at peace, all of its inhabitants roaming with only the care for their lives.

Orcish, Elvish, Dwarven, and other creatures with the ability to communicate and thrive, had villages and beautiful cities that you cannot even begin to think of. Or at least, that was until a strange species called "Man" came. "Man" came and destroyed cities, stole precious items, and created cities that may have been beautiful, but a dump compared to the ancient cities. Races that weren't human were killed on the spot by new steam-powered machines.

A war was stirring.

A century later, hope arises, and the dragons, as the creators of life, creators of the land, they sensed disturbance, and struggled to wake up. Though they were still in a sleep, many have already gathered at an ancient mine where one of the dragons slept, armed with all sorts of steampunk weapons, ready to rebel.

RULES

- Ignore the trolls.
- Don't godmod. This thing can NOT be reiterated more often.
- Do NOT start RP'ing before I approve you.
- Listen to me.
- Obey the rules. Failure to do so is exile.

LORE

- Wildlife is anything you can imagine.
- The local plants are things like ancient trees which ward off enemies / anything myth-related.

RP'ers may begin. ]]> Casual Roleplay Conceivably http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206822-The-Land-of-Drazon-Steampunk-RP-IC <![CDATA[Omega Academy [Superpower Highschool RP] [IC]]]> http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206821-Omega-Academy-Superpower-Highschool-RP-IC&goto=newpost Wed, 22 May 2013 10:17:52 GMT OOC THREAD

Okay, first things first. This 'academy' is in fact a center to refine and hone the skills of you, people who have been 'altered' in some way. The men in black suits and the men in white coats may be only people seemingly around but the other students, but their are areas you can train yourself. Your families of those joining are receiving a $20,000 cheque for their understanding. We are on an island named Mirantha not known by the public. The teachers will be previous students. Now, let me show you our facilities.

First, the intelligence rooms. These are where you will be doing all your work in relation to theory. I believe you have all received laptops, so to see what you will mainly be using, have a look at www.oculusvr.com to see some technology you will be using for lessons and if you wish for personal use.


Next, the arena. This is for sporting events and comparing and assessment of abilities.


Now, the shooting ranges. They are for use with weaponry other then your own talents. Feel free to use shooting range 13-B at any time, it is specifically for students to use when they wish to.


As for the cafeteria. It is near the Intelligence Room 15C just down the hall. There is a wide variety of foods depending on whether you're vegan, lactose-intolaerant or have allergies to anything, so no need to worry.


Lastly, the dormitories. They are currently empty, but you will be given $1700 to spend on decoration so you feel right at home.


Thank you for becoming part of Omega Academy and I hope you enjoy your stay.



Jordan Raze

After the tour, I say to the 'students', "Does anyone have any questions?" loud enough for everyone to hear, lazily chuckling. As long as the students don't react too badly to this development they'll be absolutely fine. Some students have been known to react violently, which can be dangerous. Mainly in case I have to defend myself. That's never any good, there's a chance of a black hole. ]]> Free Roleplay DraconianBlade http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206821-Omega-Academy-Superpower-Highschool-RP-IC Disappearance of the Dragons http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206820-Disappearance-of-the-Dragons&goto=newpost Wed, 22 May 2013 10:09:44 GMT Plot; Dragons Have all but Disappeared the remaining few have taken on masters of either human, elf, warlock or witch. They take smaller forms to try... Plot; Dragons Have all but Disappeared the remaining few have taken on masters of either human, elf, warlock or witch. They take smaller forms to try hide better. What is causing the sudden disappearance of so many dragons

RP with; Lexzah




As the storm started , the dragon sat on the window still watching the rain fall while his master Valek was sleeping soundly in his bed, there was the faint pitter patter of the rain hitting the window. The dragon tilted his head watching the rain fall, some part of him wanted to be outside and flying through the rain in his true size but he knew the risks. He growled frustrated as he watched it.

Valek slept and rolled over in his bed, the blankets were curled around him, It was a terrible night for him, he was having strange dreams and the storm just seemed to keep going. Valek hated storms. ]]> One-on-One Roleplay Magic223 http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206820-Disappearance-of-the-Dragons Someone I know is on So You Think You Can Dance :3 http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206819-Someone-I-know-is-on-So-You-Think-You-Can-Dance-3&goto=newpost Wed, 22 May 2013 08:42:35 GMT He used to go to my college until he transferred to pursue his dance career. I remember watching him do flips down the hallway :P ... He used to go to my college until he transferred to pursue his dance career. I remember watching him do flips down the hallway :P

]]> Forum Games/Spam Taaja Hart http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206819-Someone-I-know-is-on-So-You-Think-You-Can-Dance-3 <![CDATA[Nathan's lil' bio.]]> http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206818-Nathan-s-lil-bio&goto=newpost Wed, 22 May 2013 07:12:23 GMT Image: http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj271/spirited_wolf/nathanredraw2_zps474f1021.png art by me Nathan Bradly (original chara) 17, French ...

art by me
Nathan Bradly (original chara)
17, French

Father was abusive to both him and his mother, she took Nathan and escaped while he was young, changed names. Mother developed drinking problem along with drugs. Started to lose money so she began to sell herself sexually to earn the cash for rent. Forced Nathan to help once a bit older in order to get the good cash since he was an attractive boy. His mother eventually got a regular "customer" who eventually became Nathan's new step-father. He was rich and that's all she cared about. She stopped selling herself and doing drugs; though didn't fix up her drinking now that she had the cash to buy the good wine. Becomes colder and more wrapped up in the money and her new "husband" and less of Nathan. He gets to finally go to a good school.
Step-father has short temper and enjoys drinking. Still likes to force Nathan into doing things when his mother is out.
Nathan grew up with a mindset that he could be as rude as he wants and still get what he wants. Likes to boss people around outside of the home. Built up a habit of having sex with plenty of woman, often avoiding doing anything with men from bad experience, though doesn't hate the idea. Keeps quiet about personal life and often avoids inviting over any sort of guests for obvious reasons.

a small profile for my OC for reference, not an open RP character right now. Will probably edit later on.
]]> Character Sheets ExoticDreamer http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206818-Nathan-s-lil-bio The Writings of a Warlord http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206817-The-Writings-of-a-Warlord&goto=newpost Wed, 22 May 2013 07:00:46 GMT As a boy, I was a naive youth. I looked at the world as though it was a perfect place. There was no war because I did not know what war was, there... As a boy, I was a naive youth. I looked at the world as though it was a perfect place. There was no war because I did not know what war was, there was no death because everyone just lived forever, and I would never grow up because I was a boy, and boy's never grew up. It was about this time when my view of the world was rocked by the death of not only my father, but the parents of my best friend as well. Suddenly, there was this...dark smear across my otherwise white, serene canvas, a smear of crusty red, smelling of iron. They had been killed by a man who they had worked for for countless years, a man whom my own father had taken so much pride in working with, and told me about him constantly. It was at this time in the pit of my young heart, in the very fabric of my soul, I learned what it truly meant to hate. I did not know what vengeance was at the time, but I did know one thing; some day, I would make this man, and everyone he knew, pay dearly for what they'd done to my canvas. My mother was never the same after that. She would simply sit there and watch static on the television, muttering to herself about how one day everyone she cared about would leave her.

Some years passed, and with time the pain had dulled, but my hatred was still strong, burning like a fire. Unlike myself, the young lad whom I had called my friend did not see things the same way. He did not want mere justice, but blood, and intended to go to any lengths to achieve his goal. I told him that we should not settle for murder, that we should make an example of him, and let the world see the face of a monster. He threatened my life if I would dare to get in his way. From that point on, we no longer spoke to one another. I'm not sure why, but he treated me more as his enemy, or rather, a rival, an adversary who if he did not keep one step ahead of would take the one thing from him he'd wanted most. I was fine with that, I didn't need his ambitions getting in my way.

As we grew older, both of us became operatives in the military, each commanding a small crack team of specialists. Our job was to weed out terrorist organizations within the government, and remove the high priority targets who lead them. One just so happened to be the man who had killed my father. I did a great amount of good in those first few years. I saved countless lives, brought criminals to justice, I became a poster-boy for my country, all who saw my men and I would wave and cheer; we were heroes. Those were good years, I remember them fondly. Like all good things, however, they did not last.

My desire for vengeance still sat in the pit of my soul like a gangrenous organ. It wasn't until that fateful day when my rage was truly awakened anew. I had found him at last, that murderous bastard. He had taken the capitol city by force, using it as a stronghold as he began wrapping his hands around the throat of my country. I saw so many people die in those following weeks as we fought to take back the capitol. So many I had killed myself. It was all because of him. Men like him brought death and suffering with them wherever they trod, and to me, it was unforgivable. In the end, however, he'd gotten away. I was lauded as a hero, though I felt no joy, for the atrocities we had committed there would haunt me for years to come.

I became disillusioned with my country and its legislature. How could they have blundered so much to allow something like this to occur? How could they allow these people to live? Over time, I'd lost many men, and had to replace them. I'd killed, captured, and interrogated countless foes, leaving them to rot for eternity in a box somewhere. I learned that you could indeed put a price on a life. I bought slaves, women, even went so far as to use infants to come out on top. I didn't realize it, but I'd become mad; mad for power. I wanted to overcome every obstacle in my path, and then conquer it, or utterly destroy it. Eventually, my small unit had amassed into a group of countless mercenaries, each willing to fight and die by my order. All the while, I'd been oblivious to the fact that my old friend had been doing the same.

One day, I had finally found the man who had killed my father. The one who had turned me into what I was. I chased him all over the country, slowly but surely stripping away everything he had worked for, everything he had built for himself, before cornering him. I ordered his remaining loyalists executed before his very eyes, and as he sat there upon his knees, cowering before me, I left him alive. I left him alive with the knowledge that he had been bested by a young man not even half his age, by a nobody from a small backwater town that he'd barely even heard of, by a little boy whose father he had killed, like so many others. I left him a broken man who had nothing left in the world, and I watched him slink away like a cowering dog into the night.

It wasn't enough.

I had learned of a weapon his people had created, one of immense power that, if it could be controlled, could bring the world to its knees. I wanted that power. I could take this weapon and conquer everything, nobody could possibly stand in my way, I could create a new world, where I ruled, where men such as those I had met over the years could never again rise to crush others. I was an unstoppable force, I had seen and done things most could not even think of in their darkest nightmares, slaughtering children, old men, women, killing any who stood in my way outright without even the slightest thought. I had seen what a terrible place the world was, full of men like me. My canvas was black.

It was then that my men and I defected, and became the true villains in this tale.

We fought, tooth and claw, making our own army full of bloodthirsty killers; mere fodder for our enemies. Eventually, we stormed the halls of parliament, killing everyone in our path. Men and women threw themselves at us, elite soldiers gathered together in attempts to finally put me down. They all failed miserably. We threw wide the doors of our dear president's office and executed him in a public display on national television. It was then that I claimed sovereignty over my home nation, only for my old friend to take my moment from me. We were now their government. No. I was their king. I was in control now.

It took great strides to finally uncover the whereabouts of the weapon; hidden deep beneath the Earth, away from prying eyes. It would appear that the fool who had created it had not wished it to fall into the wrong hands. Imbecile.

I fought, and I conquered, as is basic human nature. I captured the weapon and used its power to become the most feared and revered ruler the world would ever know.

And that is when I could finally call myself the world's true Master.


]]> Forum Games/Spam http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206817-The-Writings-of-a-Warlord <![CDATA[Benefits of Tutoring [Teuk]]]> http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206816-Benefits-of-Tutoring-Teuk&goto=newpost Wed, 22 May 2013 06:41:13 GMT

Age: 17(bumped him up a year)
Height: 5' 8"
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Nathan sat there in one of the public libraries in France, cheek resting on his palm as his blue eyes moved left to right in a pathetic attempt to get the information in his textbook in his head. He had been at this for the longest time, how long? He didn't know. All he knew was that flickering light above him was starting to make concentration entirely too difficult. Nathan could always find something to distract himself when it came to homework; anything to keep himself from having to sit in a chair and look at a boring book about some subject he honestly didn't give a damn about. Glancing to the side at his fancily designed wrist watch, he knew it was about time that the specific person he was waiting for would be entering the library soon. There was a reason he waited for him in here, where there was hardly anyone to notice the conversation between the stuck-up rich yet popular baseball player and the handsome top-grade student. He personally would prefer not to be noticed around the guy he very often made fun of(mainly behind his back but still).

Nathan wasn't entirely a moron of course; he had done fairly decent in his grades last year. However this time was spending perhaps a little too much time with the sweet cheerleaders in bed and not enough studying. His fault, yes, he could take the blame for that... with probably only half regret since he kind of cared more about his dick in a pretty lady than an essay about some revolution. But still, his grades had gotten down to the point it was becoming troublesome. He was gradually digging himself in too deep and finding it difficult to force himself to do the hard work to get them back up quickly. Half of this stuff he couldn't quite remember since he hardly payed much attention in class anymore; after all if his grades were getting low like this why bother? Maybe he could just fix it up next year, yeah that sounded kinda nice.

He pushed the books and papers forward and laid his head on the desk with a groan. No, he knew he couldn't just skip out on all this, there was too much time left before next semester and his grades would drop bad by then if he kept this up. But concentrating on this stuff was hard, he couldn't quite wrap his brain around this anymore. He wasn't dumb, he had good... average brain intelligence, perhaps more if he would focus long enough. Patience wasn't exactly his most skilled talent. He used to have a few tutors, however he had gotten good to the point he didn't require them anymore and his step-father made him give them up because it was a waste of his money. If he told them he needed a tutor again, well, he didn't even want to think about that. However staying at school long enough all the time would make them catch on, but so would having a teacher come to his house.

Which just left him with that one simple option. He could bribe the smartest kid to help him out. Just enough to get his grades back up and keep them rolling along those lines for awhile. He could maybe wave a little bit of money here and there; honestly, who doesn't love some money right?

Tapping his pen on the stack of textbooks, he glanced at his watch again then around the room. He could only spot one other person at the other side of the room reorganizing the books. Releasing a heavyset sigh and forcing himself to sit up, he slumped himself back and glanced around, already bored of his ten minute studying.

Then the doors opened; though quietly, sitting up straight again his eyes directed to the door quickly. There he was, the guy he for some reason couldn't stand. He wasn't sure what it was with this guy, but something about him just pissed him off all the time. Perhaps it was because he always had some smartass comment to snap back at him to make him look bad, or maybe it was knowing he was a smartass in the first place... unlike himself. One of the best students and he doesn't even show it off; he's just so full of himself that he isn't full of himself! He no longer picked physical fights with him though, the man was a bit taller than him and somehow stronger too. Ever since that fight where Nathan was pinned down in like three minutes he never once tried that again. One of the most embarrassing moments of his life and he still loathed Alex for making him look bad in front of the girls.

The way Nathan picked at Alex was more like a kitten trying to take down a dog. All show and not much action. And lots of scurrying away before the barks.

Standing up, he lazily shoved everything back into his shoulder bag and closed it up, approaching Alex from across the room. Fingers squeezing his strap then loosening on it. He cleared his throat a little awkwardly, "Er... hey." He mumbled, looking around the room then at Alex and away awkwardly, avoiding long eye contact. "This is kind of awkward for me, but I sort of have an important favor to ask from you."
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