Welcome to the Stonefrost Mountains! You find yourself crossing the pass before the start of winter. But somehow you have gotten off course. The sky starts to darken, and all around you howling can be heard as fierce winds carry in the first snows. In the distance, you see a warm glow. You don't remember it being there, but this ominous weather is making it call out to you. When you get there however, it is more than you could have ever imagined.

Characters NPCs:
Dennik Hardun-- Innkeep
Bazorn Bordine-- Blacksmith

Up ahead you see a sign in front of you that says "Warm Food, and Good service, some of the time." Following the light further you come upon a very large inn. It has a sign on it that says "The Unorthodoxy". When you open the door, you are greeted by a hearty dwarf with a booming voice. "Welcome to The Unorthodoxy."

This is going to be a spoof Innkeep RP using fantasy characters with some sort of complex. It will be funny and story-driven. We want everyone to have a good time. When I mean a complex, I mean exactly that i.e. a dwarven druid, that is a germophobe or even better. This will be silly and if you find yourself getting offended easy, this may not be for you.
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Rules:
Rigi will Co-GM
Be Respectful. I know there will be lots of poking fun at everyone but if someone gets mean or nasty its time to go.
We will be staying at the INN for the time being, I'll let you all know as we progress.
NO GODMODDING
One character per person

Name: Donna Swallows

Age: 21

Sex: Female

Race: Elf

Class(lol): Stripper/Priest

Bio: Born in the small town of Stripland Donna was raised to be a stripper. She joined her first strip club at the age of 10. She became a priest later on because she felt that more people will listen to her religion if she strips.

Picture or description of character: Caution hot lady.

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Name: Naomi Rinal

Age: 27

Sex: Female

Race: Human

Class: Alchemist Cook

Bio: Naomi grew up the daughter of academics in a large city far to the south. Her parents, in their traditional ways, did not want her to pursue the fine arts of alchemy and scholarship. Instead her mother and father envisioned Naomi allowing them to marry into a family more moneyed than their own. In her "perfect housewife" training she found particular proficiency in cooking. Of course when she turned 18 she took the chance to slip out from underneath her family's oppressive care and sought a proper alchemical education elsewhere. Slowly Naomi worked her way north, where she found that no matter how much she learned about the elements, or the distillation of essence, or even the creation of remedies, it would always be easier for her to find a job as a cook than an alchemist.

Picture or description of character: [PICTURE TBA] She has dark skin and darker hair pulled into a thick and braided mess. Her eyes are full and brown, nose long, and lips thin. There is a constant air of analysis and judgment about her due to her always watching other people with an intense and unsettling interest. When in uniform Naomi hikes up her long skirts and wears gloves reaching to the hems of her three-quarters-sleeve blouse. Times of relaxation see her pulling an ornate red bodice over her dress and sticking golden pins and wildflowers into her mass of hair. Her manner is that of someone with a great thirst for knowledge and an unfortunate lack of social conduct. She is prone to asking something a little too personal or getting a little too close, and loves a good secret or bit of gossip. There's also a fair amount of disorganization in her life, which can lead to dangerous mistakes if she cannot keep her cooking and her alchemy sufficiently separate.

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Name: Donna Swallows
Age: 21
Sex: FemaleRace: Elf
Class(lol): Stripper/Priest
Bio: Born in the small town of Stripland Donna was raised to be a stripper. She joined her first strip club at the age of 10. She became a priest later on because she felt that more people will listen to her religion if she strips.
Picture or description of character: Caution hot lady.

This is very bare bones. We're gonna need more than just adhering to what you'd expect from the class. Give her some depth outside of the whole "stripper yes wow" thing. I know this is supposed to be funny but you can get humor out of a character whose creation has a little more tact and care. Elaborate more on the bio and add her personality in the description, and you should be good.

Name: Aphrodite/Fay

Age: 25

Sex: Female

Race: Human

Class(lol): Prostitute Assassin

Bio:
Aphrodite is obviously not her birth name, however throughout time it became a name more suited to her needs and profession. Orphaned at the young but ripe age of fourteen, Aphrodite learned the art of free running and thievery quickly, relying on both skills to steal food, clothing and money to survive. She'd climbed many windows, heard many secrets, and witnessed many vile deeds done by men of supposed nobility.

It was one unfortunate night when Aphrodite was forced upon by her first "client" inside a deserted alley, a man with hairy arms and bad breath from whom she'd stolen a loaf of bread. When he was finished with her he told her she'd paid sufficiently for the stolen loaf. On a rage born of anguish and humiliation she'd jumped at him as he turned away and stabbed him in the neck with a broken stick. The rest was history, and selling herself was faster money than stealing spare change. Blessed or cursed with a youthful appearance, Aphrodite became quite popular, and was soon one of the richest business woman in town. Even then she could never forget that night when the baker's warm blood trickled down her fingers and forearm, that feeling of triumphant exultation as she became a Goddess of Death.

Men have always needed pillow talk, and powerful men even more so. The idea jumped out at her as she listened to one client wishing death upon a business rival. On impulse she told him of an assassin she'd used in the past, and assured him that this assassin was good and efficient. His eyes had glinted with malice as he agreed to setting up the contract. Thus Fay was born, an identify for an identity, and she was the Goddess of Death once more, savouring each kill, and being paid for it.

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Being malnourished her whole life Aphrodite never grew tall, stopping at a whopping 4'11" and weighing in at around 100 pounds on a good day. Despite her tiny stature she'd filled out her frame quite well on her later gained wealth. Her long, thick black hair reached the small of her back, her bright hazel eyes sharp and observant. She has a tiny button nose and a pair of plump cherry red lips, her rosy cheeks gave her a youthful and innocent glow. During the day she likes her silks and satin, her current favourite dress a long flowing gown of white silk with am empire waist line and a short train. As Fay she prefers form fitted black leather leggings and a black silk shirt, the silk more to help stop arrows than making a fashion statement.

Aphrodite was a quiet child, but the years spent on the street then in the beds of men had turned her into a charmer with a silver tongue. She could talk the dead back to life and make any man think that she was in love with him. On the surface she is a good citizen, paying her taxes and attending any and all city events, however all this money and power over men bores her, and she yearns for Fay's next contract, as it will inevitably come. She loves the killing, loves watching the life fade from the eyes of a living person as she or he desperately hung onto life. She is a true sociopath with a taste for blood.

Name: Atticus Warren 'The Magnificent'

Age: 62

Sex: Male

Race: Half Elf Half Human, mostly human though if that makes sense.

Class(lol): Vagrant/Warlock

Bio: Atticus' early life was very different from his later life. From a young age Atticus was taught the ways of magic from his father and mother, two very rich and very powerful wizards. Back then the magic economy was booming and you could get enough money to feed three goats and a cow from about just an hour of work. They sent Atticus to a prestigious wizarding academy when he was around eight and he stayed and studied there until he was about 16.

After he left the academy, he could have done practically any job involving wizardry available even though he wasn't really all that better than your average mage and probably shouldn't have been trusted with any position as high as "Assistant to archmage" or equal. He eventually got a job as the wizard in a generic adventuring group consisting of a rogue and a warrior of the same age as him. They pretty much done all the little tasks that big barbarians or snow-based-bastards were too important to do. One task they often had to do was fighting oversized rats in underground dungeons along with clearing away the bodies after doing so.

They continued doing these sorts of jobs up until they reached their early 20s, when they caught their big break. The big barbarian I mentioned earlier was going up a particularly gruesome dragon whom he thought he might have a small bit more trouble with if he didn't have a small group of backup fodder. Basically he treated them like garbage and made them carry his collection of loincloths and polish his oversized and impractical swords up until the actual fight happened. During the fight, the barbarian basically did everything while Atticus healed his friends and threw a couple fireballs, the rogue shot a few arrows at the dragon and the warrior jabbed at the dragon's knees. Nevertheless it earned them quite the bit of renown and the barbarian was too occupied with the dragons head during the fight that he couldn't actually see the amount of damage the trio were doing and took it for more rather than less.

They started to get much harder and more well paying jobs and as a result, began to hone their skills a lot more. A lot changed during the rogue, wizard and warrior economic crash that happened soon after they had done a few of their jobs. They decided to part ways and find new walks of life after the crash and Atticus soon lost contact with the two. For about 25 years he done general wizardry and healing while travelling, earning petty cash and barely paying his way at inns. He soon found himself a homeless vagrant and only managed to buy himself the bare essentials for the next 15 years. His wage has gone up and down every now and then and he has managed to buy himself a shiny new staff to channel magic through. Atticus has now found himself in the North, selling fire spells to the people there.

Picture or description of character: Atticus

Name: Harran O'Stoner, "The Salesman".

Age: 40

Sex: Male

Race: Hafling

Class(lol): Swordsman salesman

Bio: 40 years ago in a small village far west, Harran was born by his mother during what they could only describe as a massive thunder storm, even though the sky was clear and filled with stars. His parents took this as a good sign, and thought that he would one day grow up to become something grand, bringing glory and honour to his family name!

As he grew up, he felt out of place whenever he looked at the other hafling children; the others enjoyed life by laying in the hay and drinking lemonade all day, if they weren't chasing down the pigs or hafling girls, he wanted other things. Don't get him wrong though, he did love drinking that pumpkin lemonade, and there was this cute girl hafling that had kissed him during the Autumn Festival, but he wanted more! What was this more? Adventures!

At the age of 16, Harran ran away from home only packing two bottles of pumpkin lemonade and his clothes. He would have gotten further than the town bridge, but he realized that it was almost time for breakfast, and so he ran back home.

It took another three years before he left home, this time wit the approval of his parents. He set off to the big city, where he would find his future. Well, at least a few years of it. He found work at a blacksmith, and soon learned how to smith the best of blades, but even better, how to sell the useless swords at a winning price. With cunning and a flattering smile, Harran captivated countless of customers who bought their swords. Unfortunate as Harran was, his boss and teacher died a year after Harran's arrival under mysterious circumstances, having been stabbed in the butt by poorly made swords. The killer was never found, and Harran took over the blacksmith for years to come.

Thousands of overly-prized swords later, Harran grew tired of his now stable job as a blacksmith, and set of on another adventure. This time, he headed north, into the winter.

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Soba you're good. The other two of you do what you can.

I'll probably get the bio up tomorrow, it's quite late right now and anything I write right now will be too short and too bad to be proud of.

I'll finish the Bio today, got some important things to attend to first.

Name: Victoria Ashwood
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Race: Dark Elf
Class(lol): Prophetess/Florist
Bio: Victoria is your typical florist. She's always loved growing flowers, is usually wearing some sort of flower crown in her teal colored locks. Which in itself is a weird trait for a dark elf to have. Victoria was born with bright blue hair, and piercing blue eyes. Both traits of a prophet, Victoria didn't exactly want this when her parents first told her about her 'special talents'. But after a few years of training she found it was actually sort of fun.
Basically in her eyes, she became a fortune teller through her flowers. If someone came to her shop to purchases a bouquet of daises for example, Victoria would be able to tell if said person was going to have a good week, a bad week, or if they wouldn't even make it to the end of the week.
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Done with the Bio, accepted?

Accepted onl very nice.

Finished my app

Name: Joseph, the man of a thousand sheep (At the moment, it's only three hundred, but presentation is everything!)

Age:31

Sex:male

Race: Human, save for his followers, who are all sheep

Class(lol): Shepherd / aspiring dictator

Bio: Joseph is a very expressive man. Even with a helmet on his head, it's pretty easy to tell what he's thinking. His voice, his personality- heck, even his posture was that of the loudest, most obnoxious dictator there ever was and ever would be, but it wasn't always that way.

Plain Old Joseph (yes, that's really his name, Plain Old Joseph) was a regular boy in a boring old town that was just boring. He worked as a boring old shepherd on the edge of this town, making a killing being the only one to be selling wool locally. Life was boring for everyone there, including Joseph. His father had always gone on and on about how rewarding the life of a shepherd, buut as soon as it was Joseph's turn, all of that glamour seemed to vanish. He kept at it, though, since he truly believed that there would be some sort of reward for doing this.

Then, one day, it happened.

The local school house was taking a field trip to Joseph's flock of sheep. They were supposed be learning about how the shepherd is supposed to be a hard working man who works all day long, but they all knew that about 90% of the work was just standing in a field with sheep. A little boy by the name of Billy who, like everyone else, was bored out of his mind. He had been standing around for hours watching Joseph do his... work... and didn't hesitate to express his feeling to him directly. His exact words were:

"I'm bored. This is stupid."

That did it. As soon as the children left, Joseph couldn't help but reflect on his life. He realized that he hated his life. Billy was right, it was boring. He hated watching sheep do nothing but graze. He hated that everyone else knew it was boring. Most of all, he hated Billy, the loathsome snot-nosed little brat who made him realize that he never even LIKED his job. How would you feel if you realized that you hated your job? The only way to fix this was to prove that his job was better than anyone else's. What else would anyone do in this situation besides try and take over the world?

Over the course of a year in a secret training facility (paid for by his job), Joseph has studied war strategy, hand-to-hand combat, and politics. He also managed to train his sheep to work as his army, skilled in all current weapons, martial arts, survival, interrogation, and economics. With this unorthodox but effective army at his side, he vows to take over the world for reasons known only him.

Picture or description of character: Joseph is a tall, muscular native of the highlands who was born with a knight's helmet on his head (his mother was... interesting, let's leave it at that. The strange part was that it was a family tradition, but I digress) he wears a long, flowing black robe with billowing arms that make him seem like a knight with a knight's helmet. One more thing to note is that he only wears sandals. It's a comfort thing that he won't budge on unless it's a matter of life and death.

Kit and Quad accepted

Name: Devon Masentir

Age: 30

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Class(lol): Mercenary/Beekeeper

Bio: Devon grew up in a family with a long history of selling honey and beekeeping. As the only son he was expected to take over from his father eventually and was trained for this purpose. When war broke out with a neighbouring kingdom his parents were killed in the first few months of fighting, their business was looted and he was forcibly conscripted. After the war there was no market for honey so he joined a mercenary guild to ply his trade. His most recent assignment was to an adventuring group which needed an extra fighter; a village they stopped at asked him to take care of a bee infestation. When he went to investigate he found a hornet nest in addition to the beehives; he managed to remove them successfully and got the party wizard to enchant them into small stones and spell them to not sting him, planning to remove the pellet enchantment on the bees and start his own hive once he got back to the guild.

Picture or description of character: (no scarf)
His arms are dotted with scars from old bee stings and he wears leather armour. The bee stones are kept in a fur pouch he wears around his neck, cushioned to prevent the enchantment from dispelling through excessive force. The hornet stones are set into his gloves or kept in his best pocket.

I just realized I'm going to be able to stab everyone in their legs, they're so much taller then me :P Go haflings!

Nonsequitur your sheet looks good.

I'm going to start the IC soon, friends, so hold tight. Applications wont close after that, since people can come and go to and from the inn at any time.

I'll make a char sheet for that NPC later. IC is up, I want everyone to post their adventure to the INN and make it something magical. Try ending it with the innkeep greeting you and we can file in one by one... then work from there! Have fun guys! hope my IC post is ok ^^