@Kidd Honestly, it's not a problem. Enjoy what time you have to yourself and yours wants.

Alrighty, thanks. I raelly like this RP so far, so I'd like to post as much as possible haha

@Shade
Got a post up ^^ I've decided to introduce Orion later on so right now little Primrose is on her own.

aaand posted. A bit on the larger side - but I like to do detailed intro posts. Sorry took so long *off to bed*

@XxLyraxX@CreeXLR

Both good introductory posts, looking forward to the duo side by side and the first battle between Warforged and Grey.

@Kidd you up for posting? We're all kinda waiting here~

I'm sorry! I'll work on a post right now. Christmas and post-Christmas has been busy to say the least (also I was kinda waiting on Shade to see if they had anything planned / wanted to post when I checked in haha).

I'm quite interested in this, are you still accepting people?

Hells yeah we are - jump in dude! @PrettyWalrus

Give me a moment and I will post my CS. do you want it on here, or the characters page?

Name: Aundair Ivellos

Appearance: Slightly above average height, Aundair boasts fair skin, strong jaw and a built frame. This is quite deceiving as he is quite young. Dark blonde hair cut thin on the sides and longer up top match well with his storm gray eyes. Considered handsome, but not as much as to send people swooning. Broad shoulders and arms move with a flowing grace, strange as he tends to be quite clumsy when not fighting. He has a loud but light voice. His armor is humble but efficient. Dark leather jerkin and legs with steel strips across the upper chest. A gray hooded cloak and a black belt grace this ensemble. His helm however is quite the opposite of humble. When his father died, Aundair took his meager fortune and commissioned himself a helm to be remembered after a battle. Bright, burnished steel with a round back and top, the faceplate is the most impressive (for lack of a better word). The large eye holes exhibiting his grey eyes, are emblazoned with celtic style knotwork. Below this is a solid piece of metal sliding down and ending just after his jaw at a point. The helm face has a crest that begins at the point so that the middle of the helm's front is a vertical ridge. (I found a picture of what I wanted for the helm, not sure how you wanted the image given, all rights reserved, i claim no ownership for this in any way shape or form.)
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Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Rank:(No rank higher than Knight-Lieutenant): Initiate

Personality: Jolly and always ready to crack a joke, Aundair is rarely seen without a smile. He is bold, brash, eager to prove himself, and dedicated to upholding his family's honor. He is the first to grab a beer and the last to surrender. Almost to a point of fault.

Bio: Born in a small human town, he was always a happy child. His mother died in child birth of his younger brother Ricard, so the brothers grew up with only their blacksmith father and the town to raise them. Aundair grew up on tales of heroes and maidens. Kings and queens. Chivalry and honor. At a young age, Aundair decided to become one of the many men that he had heard of. "Some day, songs will be sung about me!" He would always say. He was quick to make a friend and held onto them for a long time. His brother Ricard was .... less inclined. Ricard was always looking for a fight and this got the two into a good number of scraps. Mischief turned to misdemeanor as Ricard took bigger and bigger prey and, as always, Aundair would bail him out. More than once Aundair caught himself dueling a noble who felt slight after Ricard caught the fancy of a handmaiden or two. After a while Aundair became quite well known in his small town as a champion for those who couldn't defend themselves. Unfortunately Ricard became worse and worse until he fell into a debt that he couldn't repay. When the men came to collect, the only one at their family's cottage was their father. Upon returning home, Aundair and Ricard found their father slain upon the floor. The two brothers set upon the group of men and got their revenge but at a terrible price. Nearing the end of the fight, Ricard was shot by a crossbow bolt and died on the spot. Engorged with rage, Aundair hung the archer from a nearby tree and left his home, never to return. Soon after leaving, he found the Black claws and joined up with little questions. He has been a part of them ever since

Weapons: He has a long steel (similar to a rapier, but thicker) with a swept hilt sitting on his left hip and a short steel with a crossguard on his left, common in dueling communities. A throwing dagger is in a sheath on his right boot.
Other: A recognized bard, he plays his lute around fires to warm the hearts of his friends. Also in a bandit group but doesn't like the way that they do things

I will be more active as time passes further away from the horribly sluggish date of 25th. :)

@Shade
Sorry sorry! I've been busy with registering for classes and life in general. Has my spot been taken? Am I too late?

Hell no xD It's barely moved, jump in whenever! We barely got our intro posts out of the way :)

@CreeXLR
I've already made an intro post xD Hmmm, anyone up for meeting up with my young girl?

@XxLyraxX i could have Ares meet her... though that would more than likely scare the living shit out of her XD

@CreeXLR
Any interaction is better than none xD Anyway, She is currently wandering through the forest, hoping to make it to a village her brother is at before he leaves. They could meet up on the way?

@XxLyraxX Yeah, Ares is running through the woods towards the road he saw, and by his character he really won't ignore a little girl by herself in the woods. :D

@CreeXLR
Alright, would you like to post your character running across her?