My apologies, I tend to leave my first character's bio in any RP as open-ended as possible so I can get a 'feel' for the atmosphere of the RP, especially with people I haven't written with before. He's not going to remain independent and unaffiliated for very long into the RP if that's your concern, and I wrote him in a way that he'll be able to jump quickly into any major organization once the RP is rolling, probably under pretense of a contract to serve as an extended part of some formal military unit.

As for Serkan's work history, he's done a little of both of what you mentioned, but has never had a 'concrete', permanent role in any military or police units. As we get into the RP I was going to reveal that his jobs mostly entailed earning bounties to catch criminals, mostly highwaymen or fugitives. He has on rare occasion served in militaries as a mercenary under a contract, though usually only for limited amounts of time as he earns better pay working for smaller communities like small, local villages and the like.

Hey amaroq, did we drop the "un-skilled, un-geared" requirement?

I see, Arsenal. Sounds like you've got a plan. ^_^

Can I bring Kezia back to this (even though I just joined in right before the big shut down)?

@Arsensal: Your character looks fine, but this is a start from scratch Rp. Basically the idea is that our characters aren't great heros or warriors, perhaps alittle training in the background, but mostly their just simple folk who grow and become stronger and better equipped as the story progresses. For the time being, your character can only start with basic weapons such as farming equipment, {Though i will allow better equipment so long as you come up with a good reason why they have it.} And only a basic knowledge of how to fight. Unless you wanna come in alittle later in the rp, or can explain what a trained solider is doing in a small out of the way farming village. {My fault really, i need to explain that in the first post lol.}

@Jaeda: I think I was out of commision when you joined so you'll have to show me your cs, but i have no issues with you joining =)

Alright, I was reeeeeealllly hoping Eyeris would come back, but I'll get things going soon. DAY OFF WORK TOMMOROW WOOOOOOT!!!.

*cough* anyhoo. I'm still in debate about making Jackson again. Since the older players have an idea of where the story will be going at first i was hoping one of you all can lead the group along. I'll be making some changes along the way.

Oh, if that's the case then I'd like to scrap Serkan completely and start with a different character. Maybe I'll introduce him later in the story if that's okay.

By all means, keep him for later and make a new one. I'm pretty laid back for a Gm, I'll let just about anything go so long as you can explain it to me lol.

Uh-oh. There's no way I'm going to be able to manage as good an entrance for Ruri as last time. :tear:

I'll eventually get around to reposting my characters. Also if you'd like, I can try to contact Eyeris.

I already have. I wasn't sure if she'd seen this or not, so I sent her a link. And Haven's CS. I feel kinda like a busy-body now. =(

Okay, let me know if anything on this bio needs to be changed.

Name: Cyril Carnet

Age: 18

Race: Human

Appearance: Portrait

Equipment: Pens, ink, parchment, and a leather-bound book with blank pages

Biography: Cyril Carnet is the son of the author Daniel Carnet, a man who spent the majority of his career in researching and writing texts concerning the history of the world. However, Daniel was never an attentive father, and spent his hours in his work and travel, separating himself from his family for months at a time. Young Cyril treasured the times his father came home, staying for a scant few days before disappearing into the world again. As Cyril grew up in the near-absence of his father, he found he was no longer eagerly awaiting the days his father would come home, eventually growing to resent the fact that he was never home. However, Cyril's mother began to grow ill one day, falling bedridden. To his surprise, his father hurried home and never left his dying wife's side until she passed. The very next day Daniel chose to retire, finally raising the child he had left at home.

Cyril learned a newfound respect for his father over the remaining years of his childhood, realizing what sacrifices his father had been making in order to feed and clothe his family. He was ashamed to think that at one point he'd even let the thought of despising him cross his mind. As he grew older he soon yearned to know just how his father saw the world, what the lands looked like through his eyes. On his seventeenth birthday, Cyril asked his father's permission to explore the world just like he once had. It took a great deal of convincing before Daniel was convinced to allow his son to leave.

On the day his son packed up to leave, Daniel gave Cyril some parting instruction. He wanted Cyril to write, to write anything he saw that he felt was worth reading about. Cyril now wanders the world, looking to find where in it he belongs...

I love it. ^_^

Name: Aya Brosca
Age: 24
Race: Dwarf
Appearance:

Weapons: A steel dagger an a forge hammer. Also has an assortment of folding knives.
Extra: Aya is a decently skilled armorer, but more importantly she's an accomplished thief. She's no stranger to sneaking, picking pockets, burglary, and occasionally some dirty fighting. After an incident back in her home town she's been forced to traveling the world, getting by though selling her signature "Folding Knives", blades of various designs that can fold into their handles for compact concealment. They're useable, but no master work blades.

I'm here! OMG. This temp site is driving me nuts lol. :D

Name: Haven Fabienne

Age: 16

Appearance:

She strikes you first with her warm smile spread wide across her freckled cheeks. She has a tumbleweed of long chestnut hair, cabbage green-eyes, large hands and feet. She has more height than the other girls her age but less physical maturity, she hopes that she is a late-bloomer in that department rather than hope-less. She has the awkward proportions and clumsiness of a still-growing human-body, particularly her long lanky arms and huge feet. She is pleasant and homely, yet, her profession makes her smell like river cabbage (a.k.a. skunk cabbage).

Gender: Female

Equipment:
Swamp sled: A car that pulls easily over the mud, and also floats over the river.
(pet, not really equipment lol) Rat-Dog-Thing: Overlarge swamp-rat that she has tamed to accompany her. He is smart, but not quite as capable as a typical farm-dog. Much less dangerous.
Sickle: A small crescent-shaped blade for harvesting plants and herbs
Shovel: For digging up roots and such
Seeding Knife: The length of her hand, serrated on one side for sawing stubborn stalks, and straight on the other side. It is marked with lines at even intervals as a measure to plant seeds consistently at various depths.
Profession: River Cabbage Farmer.

Bio: Haven was raised by her Father, also a cabbage farmer. He hurt his leg a few years back, and has left Haven to do most of the work and harvesting.

People like her bubbly warm personality but are propelled by her scent. Her and her father both have many acquaintances but few close friends. Their Cabbage business does well. Who buys stinking river cabbage? Haven is unsure, for it is her father who takes the cart and mule to the larger towns and city markets. Haven herself has never left the village, and never plans to, she loves her home. She loves the cabbage and the rivers and he rat. She loves her fellow villagers; in the various harvesting season she always lends a hand to the various farms around the village, and a helping hand whenever she can. In her free time she tries to teach her swamp-rat tricks and plays the penny-whistle.

can we go now?

YAY, Glad to see you back Eyeris

@Ryonara: Your all good to go.

I'll have the first post up in a few minutes

Name: Xia Yang
Age: 17
Appearance:

Gender: Female
Equipment: A dagger, an alchemy set, and various potions
Profession: Herbalist
Bio: Xia's mother died giving birth to her. It wasn't her fault though; Xia's mother had always been an ill girl. Her father worried that Xia would inherit her mother's weak constitution. But growing up, it seemed more like Xia took what little was left from her mother and added it to her own; Xia was a very energetic child, and still rather active well into her adult life as well. Xia and her father lived in the forest not too far away from Halrock, though for reasons that her father never explained in full detail, they never actually moved to the nearby village or Halrock itself. Xia spent most of her childhood and teenage years helping her father make potions and poisons for the nearby village. She did everything from gathering materials, making the concoction, and testing them herself. However, they were all very mundane, with the most "magical" being potions that would heal wounds and injuries quickly.

By the time Xia was sixteen years old, her father left to go do business in the village, but never came back. When she went to investigate the townspeople said that they never saw her father enter town. She waited and waited, but after a month, she had figured that he had abandoned her. This scared her immensely; she was alone, away from others, in the forest. She feared for her life, unsure of what to do now that it seemed like her father would not be coming back. So Xia began to go over her father's tomes and spell books (He was once a mage), and while she did not understand most of it, she did her best to absorb any knowledge she could find useful. She experimented with things that her father told her not to mess with before, but after a few failures, she' soon pick up on some fairly advance mixtures.

It has been almost a year since her father had left her. Xia occasionally makes visits to the village to trade goods, but more often than not she's at her little hovel, experimenting with potions and other concoctions.

Name: Malakaus Ironhide
Age: 20
Appearance:

Gender: Male
Equipment: Pick-Axe, knife
Profession: Miner/Lumberjack
Bio: Malakaus's parents wasn't what you'd call "Traditional" orcs. They were raised by dwarves, who were seeing if they could "Condition" the violent orcs into peaceful creatures. They succeeded. Malakaus's parents were, while imposing in size and more than combat able, where not particularly violent or antagonistic.When they left the program, they tried to spread their teaching to other orcs, though their upbringing also made than rather passive. This did not bold too well when Malakaus was born. His parents, loving as they were, tried to instil similar lessons they took up, but unlike them Malakaus wasn't raised in an environment that was under constant surveillance of those who where trying to condition him not to be troublesome. He was raised among other orcs, who he quickly adapted to be like. He got into fights, got into trouble, and more often than not his parents couldn't really do anything about it aside from verbal punishments. To Malakaus, an orc was an orc, and there was nothing wrong with it. He would soon be proven wrong.

One day when he was thirteen years old, travelings came into the village. They just wanted to get some supplies and head out. But Malakaus and his friends were looking for trouble, and began to pester the travelers. Soon, it became violent. But despite outnumbering the travelers ten to one, the orcs began to get cut down, Malakaus barely survived when he was thrown through a wall and buried underneath the rubble. Things escalated quickly when the entire village descended on the travelers, only for the village to quickly begin dying en masses. By the time Malakaus got out, half the villagers were dead. When they were nursing his wounds, Malakaus's parents told them that this was why he needed to learn how to behave; his savagery may make him friends with other orcs, but it will not do the same with others.The self-destructive path they lived by was only going to bring them a slow death, and not one that was worth celebrating. Malakaus understood this now, but parts of him still struggled with overcoming his inborn nature.

After the massacre, the Malakaus and his parents moved to Halrock, a rather mixed settlement. They didn't have any trouble moving, but Malakaus still wasn't used to dealing with people aside from orcs. He always had to fight the urge to just harm them for petty grievances, and had to settle with hunting to settle his taste for blood. But even than he craved the taste of a fight, not just for killing. He tried to get himself working with the guards, but they wouldn't have him for being too young at the time. HE had to settle with living with a life of peace, working as a miner or a lumberjack to get some coins and materials for his father to work with.

I don't think I saw, but can I ask what the form of currency that's used in this RP?

Just basic copper silver gold