Okay ur good then. Go ahead and post when reqdy!
mine was in done during the IC
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here you go tho
Name: Martin Shepard
Race Wood Elf/Nord
Apperence: Red Medium Spiked Hair, Ears less point to a normal wood elf.
Gear: Leather Amrour with a hood attached to it, Fingerless Gauntlets, Leather Greaves and Leather boots A Steel Bow and Arrows, a belt of Throwing Knifes
Skills : Archery, Blade and Herbailism
Equipment: a Satchel contianing a pestle and mortar for herbailism and a coin purse in it containing about 50 gold.
Strengths: Agillity, disarming eniemes and killing them with their own weapon, making potions out of herbs, suviring in the wilds and crafting
Weakness: not very strong, can't use magic, can't two handed weapons, easy to knock down to the floor and needs cover to run around.
History: Martin's father was a Nord blacksmith, as for his mother did herdbal medicene, when people in the village that they lived in found that Martin was Half Nord and half Wood Elf they accepted just much as every normal person. When he was at the right age his father started to teach about combat in Sword and Archery, and he was taught by his mam to survie like a Wood Elf, as well as herbilism, as the years went by his parents thought that he was ready to go out on his own at the age of 19, so he did at that age he left his family and his home behind.
When he traveled around for about a year until he found another village in the highlands and started to live there and diecied to sell animal pelts that he collceted and the herbs that he made for them, that lasted for about 7 years until the nightmare happened. Martin was out finding surppiles for some of the stock for his shop, until he heard people scearming from a distance, so he dropped what he had and ran to where the scearming were coming from, when he got a idea of where it came from the horror that he seen was unbelieveable, his entire village was burned to the ground, and the screaming was coming from from a young girl going to be killed by bandits, with out thinking Martin shot a arrow at two of them before they could kill the girl but came to no avale, cause the bandit king burned her alive and took his party with him when he left, when they were gone Martin walked to the dead bandits, the heat that he was getting from the flames at that point was like staring into oblivion itself, when he got to them he looted what he could and left for the nearest town ask fast as he could.
The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world.
HOLY SHIT! This thread didn't close? When my laptop got screwed up I lost all my passwords and everything. I made a new one assuming that all my other shit closed down... oh! Btw I'm Jack Rinner :-)
Azena you did an awesome job at an intro and I want you to Co-Gm with me :-). The only thing I want to change is the OOC thread to one I can manipulate the intro so if its okaywith you guys id like to move whoever is still interested in this game to the new OOC: http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...-King-(re-OOC)
Azena. Thank you for keeping this thread alive man seriously :-)