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The Chronicles of Dosei: Chapter 1 (8/10 spots filled)

As Thark was heading towards the tavern, he saw a satyr gesture to him. It seemed he was selling winter gear, something Thark desperately needed. There was a small problem however: Price. Thrak's mother gave him some gold to use for taverns, but it wasn't much, 13 at most. Hopefully there would something within in his price range. if not, Thark guessed he'd be in the cold again.

A little hesitant, he decided to enter the shop. After all, there was no harm in browsing, right?

Once inside, Thark marveled at all the different odds and ends inside the shop. There were things Thark had never even seen before! Looking at all the items on the shelves, he found some fur coats and looked carefully at each one. They were made from all kinds of animals: Fox, wolves, deer, even bear.

A little overwhelmed by all the options, Thark turned to the satyr.

"I not so sure about coat choice. What one do you think would work for me? It need be cheap. Gold is good though." he said, looking a little sheepish.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Chapter 1 (8/10 spots filled)

"Stupid village, stupid people, stupid cold." Thark said, rubbing his arms to try and bring some warmth back into them. The last village had been a bust. He barely walked in, when he was surrounded by guards and jabbed at with spears. They said he wasn't welcome around here and to get lost before he found trouble. Then someone pelted him with a rotten fruit. That made Thark angry, but he held his temper. It was like his mama used to say:

"Thark, if you don't control your temper, no one will trust you. How can you get anywhere without that?"

So Thark left, humiliated once more. Thark was losing hope, his dreams of adventure slowly dwindling due to unreasonable people.

He continued his walk, wishing he really heeded his mama's advice and packed a coat. It was fiercely cold, sapping all the heat from his body. Thark had no doubt he would freeze if couldn't find shelter soon. Soon, he spotted something in the distance. Thark could make out a shape just ahead. Heading towards it, he noticed that the shape was in fact a gate to a village.

Thark could've shouted in joy, if it weren't for the fact that the cold would probably freeze his mouth in place. Making his way towards the gate, he spotted a couple of guards standing watch. He waved to them to get their attention. Noticing him, the two guards tensed and readied their swords as Thark made his way towards the entrance of the village.

"Halt! Move no further, Orc!" One of the guards yelled.

"Wait! I no Orc! I just a Half-Orc. I just want to go in village." Thark said, raising his hands in the air "I want out of this cold. May soon be icicle."

One of the guards raised his eyebrow at Tharks' response, before lowering his sword.

"How do we know we can trust you not to try and ransack the place if we let you in?" he asked.

"I am good. Wouldn't hurt people, unless they give me reason to. Just looking for job." Thark replied, secretly grateful that the guards hadn't immediately attacked him.

The guard put a hand to his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face. Looking between the Half-Orc and the village entrance, the guard sighed.

"All right, you can enter. There's a tavern just past here. Big wooden sign, two drow sisters run the place. Can't miss it. But watch your step. We will be watching you. The Jarl doesn't like troublemakers in his village."

The guards motioned for Thark to enter. Thark nodded his thanks and looked around for the tavern the guard mentioned. Eying a sign hanging off a builing, Thark took a closer look and noticed it was the tavern. Smiling, Thark entered the building.

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Name: Thark Malidark
Race: Half-Orc
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Class/Job: Barbarian/Peasant/Enforcer?

Appearance:

Biography: Thark was born outside of Reisui, in a small hut in the middle of a snowy field. He was the product of a coupling between a human woman and an orc warrior. Raised by his mother, he swiftly grew into a massive wall of flesh and strength, actually growing bigger than the small hut he and his mother shared. Thark wasn't very educated, as his mother was a simple peasant, so he often spent his free time training his body, honing his fighting skills, often fighting wolves, foxes and bears to test himself.

Eventually, wanting something more than living the farming life with his mother, he packed up his things, gave her a kiss goodbye and went on his way. He found his way to one of the surrounding villages and swiftly found out that he wasn't exactly welcome. He left and came to another village. He found the same answer waiting for him there. And the same at the next village. And the next. And the next. And the next. Finally he came to Reisui, his last chance for adventure before just giving it up and heading home. Hopefully they won't kick Thark out like the other villages and he may be able to find some adventure and profit.

Possessions:
Weapons- Thark carries an old greatsword, an heirloom from his human grandfather to his mother. It's a bit beat up, the hilt is well worn, and some of the pieces of the blade are chipped, but it's good steel and has never let Thark down before.
Armor- Thark carries his father's old barbarian armor, the only thing he left his family. Thark wears it proudly, showing all of his great Orcish lineage. It consists of tough leather pants, a red loincloth, faded steel boots, and leather and bone bracers. On the loincloth are various Orcish symbols.
Clothing- Thark doesn't really wears clothes, the armor he wears is comfortable enough. He finds them rather restrictive.

Demeanor: Thark is a simple Half-Orc, who doesn't really concern himself with thinking too much into things. He prefers to let his strength do the talking and leave all the fancy-speech to nobles or mages. Thark isn't very smart and can often be outwitted, but if anyone does something to anger him, watch out. His rage is the stuff of legends and he won't rest until either he or that the thing that offended him is dead, regardless of who is in the way.

That being said, most of the time, he is a gentle giant who will try and befriend anyone and is often confused why people hate him so much. He also loves his mother dearly and anyone who insults his heritage will find themselves getting an ass-beating.

((Please tell me if anything needs fixing or what-not!))

New Vegas: Drawing Thin

Name: Rina Langley

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Age: 24

Appearance:

My Hider

Strength: 5

Perception: 6

Endurance: 5

Charisma: 6

Intelligence: 7

Agility: 6

Luck: 5

Main Skills: Medicine, Guns, Science

Weapon: 9mm pistol

Armour: Wasteland Doctor Fatigues

Items: 2x Stimpack, Doctor's Bag, Mentats, Rad-X

Pip-Boy: Hahahaha...No.

Caps: 100

Tin Soldiers: Long Mercy

As a fond follower of cyberpunk and the future imperfect, I am very interested indeed.

New Vegas: Drawing Thin

I mentioned this before, but you didn't reply, so I guess you didn't see this, but will we be allowed to use items from the DLCs at all?

New Vegas: Drawing Thin

Name: Rina Langley

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Age: 24

Appearance:

My Hider

Strength: 5

Perception: 6

Endurance: 5

Charisma: 6

Intelligence: 7

Agility: 6

Luck: 5

Main Skills: Medicine, Guns, Science

Weapon: 9mm pistol

Armour: Wasteland Doctor Fatigues

Items: 2x Stimpack, Doctor's Bag, Mentats, Rad-X

Caps: 100

The Age of Blades [Realistic medieval RP, hints of fantasy]

I am most certainly interested.

Homestuck RP!

Evan watched the chat, taking note of the replies. It seemed that DA was already in the game with SA as his server. She was going to be part of VM's client server. Guess that means he was going last. FF: i just got the disks, and my computer is pretty beat up, so download is gonna take a while. FF: if VM already has the server disk running, then let him go first. FF: i don't mind joining last.

Homestuck RP!

Evan walked out of the shower, wiping his head with a fresh towel, glad to be clean of all the sweat of this morning's workout. Walking over to his dresser, Evan put on his normal clothes, throwing his old workout gear in the hamper by his closet. He looked outside to see a mailman approaching. His game was here! Walking down his stairs, Evan briefly looked at his father passed out on the couch. "Damn it Dad, did you work yourself too hard again?" Shaking his head, he headed outside towards the mailbox. Grabbing his package, he headed back to his room, sat down in his desk chair, and looked at his Pesterchum client. Seems VM now joined the chat. Shrugging his shoulders, Evan joined them. -- flyingFists [FF] has started pestering selenicAcolyte [SA], versatileMammal [VM], and decayedArchangel [DA] -- FF: hey guys i'm here. back from boxing. what's going on? did you get your copies of the game yet?