ahh, it fixed its self. Cool :)

ah, it fixed itself :)

[s]Name: "Elismier" is the only name is offers, and is the only name he responds to.
Age: Idk. Like really damn old.
Race: Elven

Bio: WIP
Personality: Could this be TO BE RPED, if not, WIP
Faction: Light.
Gift:
--Burim: God of technology and crafting
Weapon(s) of choice: Elismier's Bow for ranged, Elismier's Dual Swords for close combat
Relationship/loved ones?: Nay.
Other: Neigh. Has a horse. Is a blacksmith. Super blacksmith, hopefully. Could the Gift of Burim include enchanting or somesuch? Imbuing a physical item with magical properties?

If this is not a good APP, I would like to reserve Burim.[/s]

LovelyAnastasia said
Name: Shoma Othea, Daughter of Kalnirkrum the Giant

Age: 27

Race: Giant

Appearance:


Bio: Deep in our mountains, we lived in peace. No human, nor elf, nor orc, nor Bird-man had ever traveled so far into the lands of forever Winter. Bitter cold and relentless winds were too harsh for them to live long even if they had. The only warmth was in the belly of our mountain. And we were content to stay there for as long as we lived. Never curious of the outside world, never curious of what lay beyond our ice filled dreams.

But even from a young age I was taught of others. Of brother tribes, of their sticky warm climates and their constant bothers. The bothers of the other creatures birthed by the world. Elves, creatures made of the beauty and sweetness of flowers who hid thorns, like a colorful rock lizards. Dwarves, creatures with a thirst for gold, as if their many years in caves had starved them of sunshine so much, they meant to satisfy it with material wealth. And Humans, soft and smaller than our kind, though strong of heart and as unpredictable as wild wolves.

Tales woven by the warm Heart Stones of the Mountain, children are always told Lesson Stories by the Great Elders. Yet none before me had ever taught about them as greatly as I did. If there was so much out there, why were we intent on staying in our isolated mountain? And what did summer and spring truly look like? This ‘rain’, as they called it, that was like melted snow falling from the sky, why was it so? What did it feel like? What did it smell like? What did all these creatures truly do and say? Children should not think in such ways. At least that is what my father told me.

And perhaps he was right. It was very odd for one of our kind to be so intent on the ‘why’ and insist on learning more, especially a child. So Father thought it best I keep my mind busy with practical work of the hands. Strong and sturdy work, of being a blacksmith. We had no enemies in our lonely mountain, so at most I worked on repairs. But the fast river of my mind was not sated, as my father thought it would be. No instead it moved faster and faster, as if rushing towards that great thing called The Great Salt Water.

My hands were indeed kept busy, but not my mind. In my free time I’d tinker and pull things apart, only to stack it all together again until I memorized it all. And once I was finished with that, I started to add thing, change things. Change is not something common in my tribe. Ever since my great-great-grandfather had led our people to our safe mountain, things had hardly changed at all. The same kinds of buckets, to the same kinds of clothes, to the same kinds of stories. Alway, always the same. Safe, secure and never changing. Except for me.

But what could make one ordinary youngling so different than her kin in a secluded kingdom within a mountain? Different or special? It does not truly matter, because it never did. Grasping, reaching, clawing your way to something unknown and out of your reach, it only drives you stir-crazy. Restless. Walls become too small as you grow. And so I did one last thing so different in my tribe. I left.

Down steep cliffs, yes, even steep for me, and through bitter biting winds. Snow that cracked my hard skin and burned my fingertips blue. Ice that drove straight to the bone as hunger always festered in my belly. The Winterlands are nothing but harsh, and even a giant like me could hardly survive. But it was the sight of my first tree that kept me going. Then it was the scent of roasting meat, something of a rare delicacy to my people. However my first encounter with humans was nothing but short lived. They did not seem to fond to see me. Nor did they enjoying sharing their meal.

I did not kill them, if that is what you are thinking. Life is precious, even if it’s the life of a feral wolf who sees fit to bite you before even taking in your scent. I took only half of the moose they had slain. There had been only two of them, so they could survive. I, however, am quiet a bit larger and need more food than a small human woman. But never the less, seeing humans for the first time was something of a wonder. And perhaps the more I wandered about lands so strange to me, with so much air and light, the more I came to like them. Not all were so harsh towards the sight of me, though other giants did not seem to enjoy me in their company. Almost as snobbish and untrusting as elves, they were. But I grew to learn there are very many kinds of creatures. And just because one looks similar to you, does not always mean that you and they are a like. Humans are a wondrous example of that, but then again, so am I.

Personality: She’s curious and wise, though somethings are very strange and alien to her, given her isolated homeland. She is rather gentle and takes more interest in learning about the many different designs and mechanisms than in fights and bloodshed. More often than not, she’ll try to settle something peacefully, but even she has a temper. And when angered you better get out of the way. She can seem a bit scattered brained from time to time, often muttering to herself about one thing or another. And she gets along well with animals, often enjoying their peaceful and tranquil company than that of what she finds unpredictable. And even as broad-minded and knowledgeable as she is, when it comes to naming living creatures she isn't very creative.

Faction: Wanderer, Blacksmith, but ultimately for the New High Kingdom

Gift: Gift of Burim

Weapon(s) of choice: Skull shaped shield and a triple sided sword.

Relationship/loved ones?: Just her friend Jar, a raven with one eye and a mute Fairy she calls "Tin"

The One Eyed Raven Jar [+]

The Mute Fairy Tin [+]

Other: She is about eight foot two in height, which is a little on the short side for a female giant, but this is most likely due to the lack of meat in her diet when she was growing up. But as a Giant she can go three days without sleeping and be perfectly fine. However when she does sleep it's like trying to wake her from the dead, she sleeps so deeply.

Already applied for and reserved, dear, on page 4. But you can make a regular character they said.

Actually TheCeshire's Character Sheet is also on page 4 waiting approval.

Nice char, Anastasia.

Why thank you very much~ I took the GM's lead and did a first person story for the bio. I just hope I got everything right and don't have to change anything~

Why does it say that the Gift of Burim is unclaimed/not taken if it really is?

Ehh, this is one of the nicer GM's so i don't think you will have to change much. Or at all.

Double post nothing to see here.

WilsonTurner said
Why does it say that the Gift of Burim is unclaimed/not taken if it really is?

The first post isn't always updates so quickly. The GM is the only one who can edited it and he has been really busy. So there are two of us waiting to see if he will accept our characters. I posted up my character sheet 22 hours ago, but with summer coming to an end everyone is getting busy again.

Enalais said
Ehh, this is one of the nicer GM's so i don't think you will have to change much. Or at all.

Oh sweet~ Thank goodness!

Hopefully he'll notice me!
T_T
(I feel like some weird fan girl lol)

Alright, I'm finally able to get some free time! hahaha

I saw Chesire's and Anastashia's RP's, and they are both accepted, and I really like them! Very interesting characters hahaha

And Anvil asked a bit ago "Oh, I have one question. What exactly are the gifts? I feel like that might be quite important to know XD"

I answered this same question a little while ago. I don't really say because I don't want to limit your guys' imagination, but I did have some sort of idea for each God. For example, Orynr is the god of strength, and will. I kinda see that as someone who is extremely hard to break, and to keep them from reaching their goal. When my character does realize the power he has, he might even be able to have such a strong will of his say, that he could influence others to think the same (but not totally, I don't want this to be too OP haha). And the other gifts are kinda the same way. the god of hunting will give someone the ability to sense animals maybe, or maybe just know how to make perfect traps haha

I'll update the OP soon, and to the person who said "he/she" I am a man hahaha, so you can just say "he" from now on haha

Ah that was me! Sorry, I like to be safe *shrugs with a grin* Ya know~

And yay! Thanks Bossman! Sweeeeet!

EDIT: Sorry, it's a bit long. I get kind of carried away sometimes haha~

oh ok, they are different for each person. sorry if I was the one who said he/she, juggling between rp's. I'm thinking for Dardrars gift, they could be able to turn things into gold. Is that too op? If he has midas touch, but he can turn it on and off...

edit: is anybody else's character at gigs harbour, or is it worth traveling to somewhere else?

My character represents Ashar, the goddess of pain & misery but i'm still trying to figure out what exactly that gift should consist of. So damn hard!

YAAAAAAAAAY!

Anvil said
edit: is anybody else's character at gigs harbour, or is it worth traveling to somewhere else?

Well most characters are in Damascus. Robyn, Rilden, Rhovanor, Chiron and my character, Theron. As for the others, I don't know really. The first four characters mentioned are trying to get away from Fusos's troops while my character is heading towards the inn where he stays in after another successfull assassination.

ok, I will get my character there then at some point. You could be able to make people collapse in agony just by glaring at them...

ok, I will get my character there then at some point. You could be able to make people collapse in agony just by glaring at them...

That's actually a good idea. It crossed my mind too honestly. If the GM is okay with it and dosen't consider it too OP then it's perfect.