The idea is that there is no plot, as expressed. So no, for the most part our characters won't have to be together the whole time, perhaps have them stick with those closest to them. It can all be arranged between yourselves before the roleplay begins! The idea is to have people roleplaying together all over the South of Gaia. If you know what I mean? Example you and Loki could be in Mournhold while someone else and myself could be in Sanctuary or somewhere together.

evershadow said
The idea is that there is no plot, as expressed. So no, for the most part our characters won't have to be together the whole time, perhaps have them stick with those closest to them. It can all be arranged between yourselves before the roleplay begins! The idea is to have people roleplaying together all over the South of Gaia. If you know what I mean? Example you and Loki could be in Mournhold while someone else and myself could be in Sanctuary or somewhere together.

Sailing the how ever many sea there are...
I don't know I asked this already but has gunpodwer been invented if not could I use batistas

Edit: @Xzayler
... What role are you gonna play, are you on my ship or what, if you are what do you want to be, First Mate, Ship Right, Engineer, what..

Yes I get it. Thats gonna be fun.

Pff, ok well I typed a lot more then I expected but I'm happy with it. Also there's not doubt that there are plenty of grammar and spelling mistakes in this, I can always go back and edit if necessary.

Name: Kytel Vialos

Age: 28

Race: Caucasian

Class: Freeman

Occupation: Mercenary



Weapon(s): Kytel wields only one weapon, a longsword. It is made very plainly and with moderate craftsmanship overall it is obviously a unremarkable weapon. Even then the blade has proven to be very reliable, and of course more than capable of taking another’s life. Besides the sword holds great sentimental value to Kytel for his entire career he has used it, he would never willingly part with it. Make no mistake, however when caught in a desperate situation, which occurs more often than one may be comfortable with, Kytel has no problems grabbing whatever he can has for improvised arms.

Armour: While Kytel could afford better and more armor, he prefers to wear only a chainmail shirt over his own cotton one. He would rather remain flexible and mobile in combat, for that reason protecting his vital organs, for the most part is enough. In terms of his normal clothing, Kytel wears a white cotton shirt, a pair of hemp pants, leather boots, and finally animal hide gloves that serve to offer a better grip rather than real protection. Across his back he wears a small leather backpack, large enough to store essentials in, but small enough not to encumber him in combat.

Inventory:
Sleeping bag
Small metal pot
Tinderbox
Knife (Not suitable for combat.)
Map of Southern Gaia

Place of birth: Weaver’s Landing, a small village, in all honestly just a hamlet, that is located deep in untapped wilderness in the eastern part of Southern Gaia. Being so isolated from the rest of the region, over half of the inhabitants work the land as farmers making the society mostly subsistence farming with little else in terms of industry. There are no lords or true nobility that govern over the village, on top of the fact that the founding of the village is forgotten means that Weaver’s Landing has no central leadership. Instead every few generations one family moves to claim foundership only to be overthrown by another one later on, causing an endless cycle of unrest. The current “founders” are headed by Nicolas Rotherham, who has a reputation of being a extremely corrupt man with a small guard of cutthroats and criminals.

Brief History: As with almost everyone in Weaver’s Landing, Kytel was born into a family of farmers who owned their own land and farm. For the most part he lived a peaceful and stable life for the first sixteen years of his existence, that is until the Rotherhams took power. Almost immediately the village was thrown into turmoil, while it was common occurrence every time a new family takes control, the rise of the Rotherhams was particularly brutal. When the insurrection was finally complete, the first official act from Nicolas Rotherham himself was the drafting of any able bodied male into a pseudo-militia. The claim was “The need to put down local bandit populations to protect the people.” Kytel was counted among the conscripted, they were armored in nothing but the clothes they came with, and armed with farming tools that were far inferior for combat, some were even left to fight with rocks.

The militia was forced marched about a mile from the village on the same day they were recruited when all, and then in the silence of night all hell broke loose. Before he could react Kytel was pushed down, someone was lying on top of him, turned out to be one of his comrade's now lifeless body, blood poured from his slit throat. Sheer terror enveloped Kytel, completely paralyzing him, however this saved his life. To anyone else he appeared dead, any attacker had ignored him because of that. Almost soon as it stated the fighting stopped, Kytel waited only hearing his own ragged breathing, one minute became two, then five, and then after half an hour Kytel finally willed himself to move. The sight was gruesome, a thick pool of blood covered the forest floor, arms, legs and other such parts were missing their owners. If he was not so emotionally and psychologically deadened, Kytel would have undoubtedly vomited at the sight. Instead all he could do was amble down the wooded, red path, his foot kicked something as a metallic clang rang out.

Slowly his eyes casted downward, barely registering what he was looking at, resting in the dirt was a longsword. He seen this before, it once belonged to a hunter back home, always the hunter would show off the blade bragging about the beasts he slain with it, everyone knew it was all lies but still it was all in good fun, overall the hunter was a good man in truth. Kytel reached down to grab hold of the sword, it felt… right in his hands, like it was his destiny to wield this blade. As the sole survivor of this massacre, Kytel had no doubts that returning to home was not an option whoever the killers were knew where he was from. No, it was clear that his purpose from this point on was to wander across Gaia with a blade in tow. For over the last decade, Kytel found work as a mercenary, self-trained and more than willing to do anything for work. As Southern Gaia has known peace for a while, there is little work a mercenary to take on, but there is always something in the farther corners of the continent, more than enough to support Kytel.

Sexuality: Straight

Marital Status: Single

Other:
As comes with his profession and honestly as with his mental state, Kytel has a loose set of morals, however he will refuse to stoop to levels such as thievery or meaningless killing. (Killing for money, for example, is fine.)

Kytel shows great disrespect towards nobles given his history. Even then, however he is still willing to work with them, long as some pay is involved.

Kytel prefers action above all else, while being one of his greatest strengths it can also be one of his greatest weaknesses, often times acting on instinct rather than careful thought.

@LokiLeo; No gunpowder unfortunately but yes batistas will be fine!

@Damiann47; I can't see your characters appearance and the link leads me to a number of pictures, could you please put it in the image tags if possible? :) Otherwise your CS is nice and sound, accepted! Welcome!

evershadow said
; No gunpowder unfortunately but yes batistas will be fine!; I can't see your characters appearance and the link leads me to a number of pictures, could you please put it in the image tags if possible? :) Otherwise your CS is nice and sound, accepted! Welcome!

Yep I got that, my bad haven't used QQCode too much. I fixed it a while back.

Oops, apologies hadn't seen you'd fixed it. Thank-you!

evershadow said
The Lord who presides over the westernmost region of Southern Gaia will be... Lord Geoffrey Barrister, a once noble king of the West who under the Acts of Kings was reduced to a Lord Vassal, presiding over the Westernmost lands in the name of the King in return for his undying loyalty. For some number of years after the union he served as the hand to the king until the king sent him away to the West when the Lord who had been put in place died in a hunting accident. This was a great relief to Geoffrey who had been aching to rule over the West again since the unification Southern Gaia. He is quite an elderly gentleman, having reached a ripe age of sixty-seven, many fear that he is coming close to death leaving rule of the West uncertain as he never sired any suitable heirs other than a single bastard son whom nobody knows the location of

I'm getting some major Game of Thrones vibes. Am I right in assuming this is partly based off ASOIAF?

I am trying to decide between this RP and a very long running Super Hero School one……..On one hand I love the concept of this one, and you guys seem like a helluva’ lot of fun, and on the other hand this other one has been going strong for sometime so I can definitely rely on it not just sizzling out as it starts which happens to waaaayyyy to many of these unfortunately :(. My brain hurts and I’m so torn!!!!!! Lol

ShieldsOfWar said
I am trying to decide between this RP and a very long running Super Hero School one……..On one hand I love the concept of this one, and you guys seem like a helluva’ lot of fun, and on the other hand this other one has been going strong for sometime so I can definitely rely on it not just sizzling out as it starts which happens to waaaayyyy to many of these unfortunately :(. My brain hurts and I’m so torn!!!!!! Lol

If you want to go ahead with the other RP there'll be no hard feelings. You're always welcome to come join at a later stage should there be any spaces left!

Here is my bid for a place in this Rp.

Evershadow, hope you like my char =)

wrote this up on a google doc so i have to put in a few things to make it fancy and clean it up a bit (so for some part a WIP) I had alot of Inspirateion from celtic culture for Muiray (it is quite obvious) with inspiration from Ivanhoe and Gawaine and the Greenknight for inspiration on Eamon's character.

Name: Sir Eamon MacDuggarty the Green of Muiray

Age: 38

Race: Caucasian (Celtic complexion)

Class: Freelance Knight (Previously the Thane of Cawglen and heir to the Duchie of Muiray before exile)

Occupation: Freelancer (He works as a mercenary for lords along with preforming basic knightly duties such as protecting the peasentry and upholding the chivalric code)

Appearance:




Inventory: The bulk of his items are not carried with him on his horse but are carried on a large packhorse which rides alongside Eamon’’s squire Baldrick. the few items he does ride with are his armaments and his lockbox which contain his and baldrick’s coffers along with important documents such as letters of commendation contracts and Letters of Reprisal. other items are:
A leather bound Codex in which he has baldrick describe his adventures and feats.
A small cask of wine
2 wine sacks (one for him and one for baldrick)
A small crate of hard tack
several sacks which hold smoked fish and salted pork
flint and steel
a map of Southern Gaia
Muirish Flute
a pair of spare boots
compass
a bottle of ink and a quill
2 iron tankard
a large kettle
a half shelter
bedroll
A small banner and stand which bears the MacDuggarty Heraldry.
(note this does not include baldrick’s items which are mainly tools such as cooking utensils spade hatchets etc.)

Place of Birth: Eamon was born in Muiray a island province a few miles off the coast of Mainland Gaia near Mournhold. Muirish people have been hardened and grown resiliant to the grey and dank climate that enshrouds their island large rain storms are a common occurrance in muiray and it air is often wet and frigid. Their culture differs much from the culture of Mainland Gaia a people whom on the outside is seen as stoic and stern with every special quirk steeped in tradition and the bloody history of their people. From the begining before becoming a part of the 5 kingdoms the island of muiray has been one of constant warfare with the many clans often warring over muiray’s mountains and glens. Now united by the 5 kingdoms the Muirish still uphold their clan rivalries but instead on the field of battle (aside from the occasional duel or skirmish) they take place in the courts of the Duke of Muiray (previously the seat of the High king of Muiray) and are fought not with claymores or spears but words and a well placed coin or two. While the Muirish have somewhat settled down their errant and belligerent nature has not causing the Island of Muir and the Muirish to become reknown thoughout gaia as skilled mercenaries.

Sexuality: Straight/heterosexual

Marital Status: previously engaged before exile

Brief History: Born to Duke Robert of muiray the first of two sons. Eamon grew up in the life of a noble learning the ways of diplomacy and stewardship. He was groomed as the eventual heir his father and he had constantly quarreled with his brother Patrick who was jealous of his kin’s inheritance. At the age of 15 he was granted the Title of Thane of Cawglen a large castle in Inner Muiray. During his time as thane he did much to help the castle’s peasentry building them better housing at his own expense and during times of famine gave the contents of the castle’s larder to the people. He soon became admired among the serfs gaining much public support. But it was at the age of 24 the Thane’s life began to spiral into a downfall. He held a large banquet at the Castle Cawglen along with a small but luxurious fare in the townstead below to celebrate his father’s 50th birthday. The whole town was livley and full of music inside the castle the strumming of the harp and the sound of the drums echoed through the stone halls. The partywent on for hours each minute filled with good drink and good food but when the time came for the court to return to bed the court was horrified. Duke Robert whom had retired several hours previous was found dead in the bed a spilled class of wine at his bedside. Soon after a chaos ensued as they tired to locate the killer but to most of the court the answer was obvious His brother Patrick was the first to accuse him citing the fact that Eamon was not only the king cupbearer during the event but also said he had over seen the serving of the win himself.Slowly but surley the other counts and thanes turned against Eamon no doubt with the help of a few purse’s of patricks gold. within months he was tired and sentenced to exile in the mainland. So at the age of 24 with his 25th birthday nearing Eamon left his home of Muiray along with his most valuable possesions and his trusty squire Baldrick. Upon landing he struggled to gain the support of the Gaian lords to help and press his claim on the Duchy of Muiray but his words fell upon deaf ears with most lord being indifferent to the happens on the island. with his coffers getting low he decided in desperation to turn toward becoming a mercenary. trading in the silks and satans of nobility for a set of armour and a horse he and Baldrick wandered southern gaia working for the various counts and barons but one thing made him stand out from the swathes of other Muirish Mercenaries and that was the man’s sense of order and morality while his kinsmen would drink and revel at their encampments Eamon instead rode out to the surrounding towns assisting the peasentry whenever possible. in the coming years his fame grew with whole villages turning out to see the green clad knight ride down their streets.Although his knightly appearance for the most part Eamon lived in poverty often sacreficing what little coin or supplies he had left for the people. when he heard of the threat from the northern tribes Eamon decided to leave his current detachment (A minor job protecting a merchant's caravan traveling from mournhold to the sanctuary. He rode for about a day before coming upon the small settlement of Aurora's end where he decided to stay for a time before he travelled north to assist in the defence of the peasentry from the barbarian armies.

Other:
MacDuggaty's Heraldry:

zaga2575 said
Evershadow, hope you like my char =)

Gotta say really like your CS, should be a pleasure roleplaying with you once we get started.

I have finished my CS, evershadow.

Character Sheet.

Name: Tristan Kendrick

Age: 26

Race: Caucasian

Class: Gentry

Occupation: Thief, he prefers "Travelling Bard"



Weapon(s):
- Long sword, clearly the blade belonged to a gentry at one point due to it's rather elegant hilt, cross guard and pommel. Whom however, can not be told. The blade itself appears sharp edged and finely kept, regularly sharpened and cared for. It can normally be seen held within a scabbard featuring an elegant design, at the hip of Tristan.
- Parrying Dagger, this dagger appears to be designed specifically for parrying or defending more effectively than a simple dagger form, incorporating a wider guard.
- Several Throwing Daggers, are held on his person.

Armour:
Boiled Leather cuirass featuring an elegant design similar to that of the Long sword. A plain, brown cloak is worn over the armour and shoulders.
(See image)
Leather gloves, each with a leather flap on the palms. Large enough to contain a few coins or a lock pick.
Leather boots with hollow soles, each large enough to contain a small knife or dagger.

Inventory:
Backpack, Bedroll, Lock pick set, 10m Rope and Grappling hook, Leather flask, Second set of clothes, Worn lute,

Place of Birth: Tristan never speaks of his place of birth, simply going silent at the question.

Sexuality: heterosexual

Marital Status: Unmarried, single

Brief History: WIP

I apologize, I'm going to have to withdraw my... er, interest, for now, I'm doubtful that I can keep up with more than one roleplay at a time right now. I hope there'll be room for me to join in sometime in the future though, best wishes everyone!

I'm going to review any new and/or outstanding CS' now. I will have my own up today if I decide to play a character in the same sense. I may just play a certain number of NPC's instead for now and direct the story of Gaia in certain tiny ways through posts.

The Grey Dust said
Here is my bid for a place in this Rp.

Accepted. When you say Mid-Eastern and an unknown birthplace I assume you are talking about outside the continent of Gaia? Are you saying your character was born in a different province and came here by sea? There is no desert in Gaia, but we could always extend it if you wanted him to born in Gaia. Nice character though.

thorgili said
wrote this up on a google doc so i have to put in a few things to make it fancy and clean it up a bit (so for some part a WIP) I had alot of Inspirateion from celtic culture for Muiray (it is quite obvious) with inspiration from Ivanhoe and Gawaine and the Greenknight for inspiration on Eamon's character.Name: Sir Eamon MacDuggarty the Green of MuirayAge: 38Race: Caucasian (Celtic complexion)Class: Freelance Knight (Previously the Thane of Cawglen and heir to the Duchie of Muiray before exile)Occupation: Freelancer (He works as a mercenary for lords along with preforming basic knightly duties such as protecting the peasentry and upholding the chivalric code)Appearance:http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RG2y0a-QemE/UijriWnlrUI/AAAAAAAAFGw/UDQG24ubUkU/s1600/Eoin+Macken1.jpgWeapon(s):LanceBastard Swordsmall steel daggerClaymoreHeater Shieldhttp://www.jameszoppe.com/ecms/uploads/tinymce/100_0397_640x480.jpgArmour: (As above.)Antlered Great Helm: A tradition of the Muiray people to mount antlers and horns on their helmets to strike fear into their enemieslight plate mail, and chainmail as seen below: Muirish perfer to have more speed and agility allowing them to easily slice down their foes with their great claymores and swordshttp://www.thevikingstore.co.uk/ekmps/shops/thevikingstore1/images/larp-plate-armor-set-markward-set-metallic-3990-p.jpghorse barding in the colors of green and whiteInventory: The bulk of his items are not carried with him on his horse but are carried on a large packhorse which rides alongside Eamon’’s squire Baldrick. the few items he does ride with are his armaments and his lockbox which contain his and baldrick’s coffers along with important documents such as letters of commendation contracts and Letters of Reprisal. other items areA leather bound Codex in which he has baldrick describe his adventures and feats.A small cask of wine2 wine sacks (one for him and one for baldrick)A small crate of hard tackseveral sacks which hold smoked fish and salted porkflint and steela map of Southern GaiaMuirish Flutea pair of spare boots compassa bottle of and a quill2 iron tankarda large a half shelterbedrollA small banner and stand which the MacDuggarty Heraldry.(note this does not include baldrick’s items which are mainly tools such as spade hatchets etc.)Place of Birth: Eamon was born in Muiray a island province a few miles off the coast of Mainland Gaia near Mournhold. Muirish people have been hardened and grown resiliant to the grey and dank climate that enshrouds their island large rain storms are a common occurrance in muiray and it air is often wet and frigid. Their culture differs much from the culture of Mainland Gaia a people whom on the outside is seen as stoic and stern with every special quirk steeped in tradition and the bloody history of their people. From the begining before becoming a part of the 5 kingdoms the island of muiray has been one of constant warfare with the many clans often warring over muiray’s mountains and glens. Now united by the 5 kingdoms the Muirish still uphold their clan rivalries but instead on the field of battle (aside from the occasional duel or skirmish) they take place in the courts of the Duke of Muiray (previously the seat of the High king of Muiray) and are fought not with claymores or spears but words and a well placed coin or two. While the Muirish have somewhat settled down their errant and belligerent nature has not causing the Island of Muir and the Muirish to become reknown thoughout gaia as skilled mercenaries.Sexuality: Straight/heterosexualMarital Status: previously engaged before exileBrief History: Born to Duke Robert of muiray the first of two sons. Eamon grew up in the life of a noble learning the ways of diplomacy and stewardship. He was groomed as the eventual heir his father and he had constantly quarreled with his brother Patrick who was jealous of his kin’s inheritance. At the age of 15 he was granted the Title of Thane of Cawglen a large castle in Inner Muiray. During his time as thane he did much to help the castle’s peasentry building them better housing at his own expense and during times of famine gave the contents of the castle’s larder to the people. He soon became admired among the serfs gaining much public support. But it was at the age of 24 the Thane’s life began to spiral into a downfall. He held a large banquet at the Castle Cawglen along with a small but luxurious fare in the townstead below to celebrate his father’s 50th birthday. The whole town was livley and full of music inside the castle the strumming of and the sound of the drums echoed through the stone halls. The partywent on for hours each minute filled with good drink and good food but when the time came for the court to return to bed the court was horrified. Duke Robert whom had retired several hours previous was found dead in the bed a spilled class of wine at his bedside. Soon after a chaos ensued as they tired to locate the killer but to most of the court the answer was obvious His brother Patrick was the first to accuse him citing the fact that Eamon was not only the king cupbearer during the event but also said he had over seen the serving of the win himself.Slowly but surley the other counts and thanes turned against Eamon no doubt with the help of a few purse’s of patricks gold. within months he was tired and sentenced to exile in the mainland. So at the age of 24 with his 25th birthday nearing Eamon left his home of Muiray along with his most valuable possesions and his trusty squire Baldrick. Upon landing he struggled to gain the support of the Gaian lords to help and press his claim on the Duchy of Muiray but his words fell upon deaf ears with most lord being indifferent to the happens on the island. with his coffers getting low he decided in desperation to turn toward becoming a mercenary. trading in the silks and satans of nobility for a set of armour and a horse he and Baldrick wandered southern gaia working for the various counts and barons but one thing made him stand out from the swathes of other Muirish Mercenaries and that was the man’s sense of order and morality while his kinsmen would drink and revel at their encampments Eamon instead rode out to the surrounding towns assisting the peasentry whenever possible. in the coming years his fame grew with whole villages turning out to see the green clad knight ride down their streets.Although his knightly appearance for the most part Eamon lived in poverty often sacreficing what little coin or supplies he had left for the people.Other:

God damn Google doc for how that looks when you click quote! Haha. Nice CS, accepted. Feel free to tidy it up whenever you have the chance but I got through it. I love, love, love Celtic stuff so it was an awesome little CS to read. Thank-you.

@Zaga As always it's a pleasure to have you on board, nice character accepted.

To everyone else who I haven't mentioned you're all accepted and welcome aboard! Looking forward to seeing you're posts in the IC.

Our chars will be good friend Thorgili!