[OOC] A Tale of Fantasy: Delight and Misery

[FrozenEcstasy]

The fact your character was ggoing to be a performer at ALL. I am so used to being the only person to have a thing for performers.

[Genkai]

I dunno what the issue is, there are two preformers. F.E and WS. ^^;

TwJ isn't one anymore and hey we need attention to gear towards the less popular classes so hopefully the excess of knights can broaden their horizons a bit.

Anyway I'm off to class, play nice everyone. I don't want petty squabbles to break out every time I'm in my PM classes. *pouts*

[The_written_John]

For some reason, frozen your characters looks make me think of a fusion dance between Chinese Electric Batman and Gogo from final fantasy XD And it's awesome.

[FrozenEcstasy]

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND GENKAI
I'M NOT THE ORIGINAL ONE ANYMORE
I'M NOT DIFFERENT
I AM
I'M
I'M
COOOMMMMMMOOOONNNNN QQ

[Dioxide]

FrozenEcstasy said
Oh Dear.Dioxide.Genkai has a fear of long CSs xDEdit:Do a sense someone who plays Ragnarok Online?

Hush you :p

So groggy in the morning. PE in uni :'(

[Astarael42]

Though I speak not often, here I still be.

I will be looking into one of the more mundane character types, most likely a merchant. After I get a few things clarified his/her character sheet should be up.

[FrozenEcstasy]

Come to think if it, we need an archer.

[Genkai]

Yo, what's up guys?

[Dead Cruiser]

I could throw a CS up sometime tonight, but information regarding the setting would be incredibly helpful toward writing up an old person.

[Genkai]

I'll try and update the front page with the minimum information. ^^;

As soon as I finish this homework and this 1x1 post.

[FrozenEcstasy]

Tsk tsk. You and your 1x1s.

[Dioxide]

Genkai said
I'll try and update the front page with the minimum information. ^^;As soon as I finish this homework and this 1x1 post.

Would it.be drastic? I may want to rewrite a smidgen to br consistent

[Genkai]

I have done some small editing, it's not all I wanted to do but I'll edit it tomorrow during lunch I hope. I'm about to konk out tbh. =____='

[SillyGoy]

My CS might be finished today. I hope it will.

[Genkai]

As soon as I finish this homework, I'll finish tweaking the OOC.

[Dead Cruiser]

Name: Suraj Singh, "Old Singh," "Singh the Dawn Knight"

Appearance: "Be on your way. No one needs to be harmed."

Age: Damn Old

Origin: Uellia

Class: Knight

Skills: Once a legendary warrior, Singh has since let his martial skills rust, but much of his skill and training still lies within him. The muscle memory and conditioning of an elite soldier is still within him, and he can easily best an ameteur at swordplay. While swordsmanship was his speciality in his younger days, he was also adept in the use of the shield, spear and bow, the latter of which he has kept in better practice due to their more practical uses. As far as practical skills go, as a true soldier and an experienced, worldly man, he has many practiced survival skills, such as cooking, tracking, sewing, fletching, fishing, horsemanship and hunting, and has several more frivolous "hobby" skills. He has become quite well-learned in his years, and keeps his mind sharp with as many books as he can acquire. Singh speaks the languages of all three continents (though with varying levels of skill), and is decent at arithmetic. As a mage in addition to a soldier and a scholar, Singh knows several spells that let him heal nonfatal wounds, produce light, ward away disease and poison, repulse and destroy the undead, and summon holy white fire.

Connections: TBA

Sample

The sun hanging lazily at highest point in the sky, a dry wind blew through the dusty village. Small, scrubby plants twisted in the breeze, and hardy livestock munched on them placantly. It was noon, which meant that Old Singh would come out of his hut and comb his long, white hair as he sunbathed. Sure enough, soon emerged from the wooden shack a shirtless, wiry old man, stood straight as a weather-beaten fencepost and moving with the sure-footedness of a mountain goat. His skin was like leather, long browned and mottled by the desert sun, and a mane of fine, hung from his weary head. No sooner had he sat himself down on a stump just outside of his hut and began to run through his white locks with a wooden comb, the children of the village fearlessly seated themselves in front of him, each silent and staring in wide-eyed anticipation.

Seeing the small gathering from under his bushy eyebrows, Old Singh grinned with the good number of teeth he had left, and began to speak in a voice both hard and smooth like varnished wood. "Ah, good day to you, young ones."

"Good day, Old Singh." They chorused back, as was their routine.

"Hm, now, forgive me, but I don't quite remember where I left off yesterday." He said, still smiling.

An older boy, sat near the back of the crowd piped up, "The Kukik Horde had just sent their elephant at your camp."

Old Singh's face lit up. "Ah, of course. A fine day, that. Now, I've met an elephant or two, and they are normally quite kind, gentle creatures. Only when the bulls go to rut will they threaten a man. What the Kukik had done with this elephant was gotten it drunk on their spicy wine. Not something even I would drink. I hear that it turns your teeth inside-out and your tongue to sand. But still, this old bull, drunk on bad wine, had come charging at our encampment. If you'll remember, we had been on the Ashak Dune Sea for a month now, and the men were well tired from the heat and the battles. We didn't have it in us to fight off an elephant."

"Didja kill the 'nellifant?" Interjected a young girl, clutching a roughspun doll.

Still, Old Singh only smiled. "Listen, child. The Kukik were a long ways away, and we could see the dust of the elephant from a league beyond the dune. So I had the men gather the last of our sweet, indigo wine, and pour it into a washbasin. By the time the elephant came to us, it had already caught scent of the delicious indigo. Elephants have terrific noses, you know." He mimed an elephants trunk with his veined arm, evoking laughs from his audience. "Once it came to us, it forgot about fighting, and went right to drinking the wine we set out for it. It had a good nap, then, and when it awoke, we became good friends!"

"Friends with an elephant?" Asked a curious boy, still clutching a shepherd's crook.

"Of course!" Old Singh laughed. "Someone with such good taste in wine couldn't be anything but a friend. He was really quite a jolly fellow. We called him Brum-Brum, as that is what he liked to say the most."

"You didn't kill it?" Asked the older boy that had reminded the old man of his place in the story.

"No, no. If there is a way to solve a problem without fighting, without killing, I promise you that it is the best one. Especially sharing a drink. Of course, not everything can be solved so easily. When the Kukik had realized that we had subdued their war beast, they were furious. They decided to stalk us through the dunes for the day, and attack our camp as we... slept..." Old Singh trailed off, spotting a gleam in the distance. He squinted, spotting horses and men with swords bared. The old man stood up quite suddenly, tucking his hair into a topknot secured by his wooden comb. "I'm afraid that will be all for today, young ones. Get to your homes, now, it is time for midday meals and prayers."

The children groaned in frustration, but dispersed regardless. Singh vanished inside of his hut only to reemerge a moment later. Over his bare chest he wore a golden breastplate, dented but polished to a mirror sheen. He carried a spear in his right hand, the shaft of fine wood and the head of carved ivory. The eldest boy from his audience stood just outside his tent as he emerged, a serious look in his eyes.

His voice firm, but not impatient, Singh asked, "Why do you stay, young one?"

"I want to know, Old Singh," he said, his voice unsteady, "What did you do when they attacked you in the night?"

Singh looked to the boy, and answered him simply, "I killed them to the man." With that, he turned away from the boy, and strode out to meet the wild horsemen.

[FrozenEcstasy]

"Sample: 3-4 paragraphs"

Everyone continues to ignore the cs notes xD

[Dioxide]

Age: Damn Old

made me laugh more than it should

[SillyGoy]

Malcador is finished, though I am a bit unhappy with him. His Sample was many paragraphs long and had him relating his life story till I saw FrozenEcstasy's post above and shortened it like a castration. Some of his appearance is described in the Sample section, since I had written the piece was before Genkai realized he had omitted some things from the CS form.

Now if only I can find an anime-style image of a male mage in robes. Maybe then my post will be long enough that I'd be comfortable with it.

[Hebigami Shiho]

I'm finally done with my character! :D You can just, not read the second hider, though, got a bit carried away. :P