josephb

The Walking Dead RP

@ViolentViolet that's good! If you've got a few extra characters that you've thought and think would fit in the RP we can add them and make them a NPC. :)

The Walking Dead RP

@ViolentViolet It's still not up yet!

Been a bit busier than I thought so hopefully it will be up tomorrow.

The Walking Dead RP

I'll be getting the ooc up Thursday night (I'm from England so it might be a different time for everyone else)

We can have two groups, one has or had a leader, the other is like a democracy. :)

The Elder Scrolls: Corruption

@Fat Boy Kyle it's okay I'm not free at the moment to post it anyway.

The Elder Scrolls: Corruption

Fendryn Omaren

Fendryn stands around 6 foot with un-kept charcoal black hair that comes to his neck, that he usually ties the top of his hair into a pony tail and a small beard. The shade of his skin is dark blue. His nose is larger than average dunmers, which is bent from the amount of times he’s broken it. He has little scars all over his physically muscular body, from his encounters with animals in the Forrest, but none are that noticeable. He is like every Dunmer and has red eyes. He has ten black gems pierced through his left ear in a row, for no other reason than he likes the look of them, they don't do anything. Three green stripes run diagonally across his face where he has used his three middle fingers as paint brushes.
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【Full Name】
Fendryn Omaren

【Alias】
None at present

【Race】
Dunmer (aka Dark Elf)

【Gender】
Male

【Age】
45

【Sexuality】
Hetrosexual

【Birth Place】
Cheydinhal

【Nation/Allegiance】
Whoever pays the most

【Profession】
Ex Blacksmith, current mercenary

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【Personality】

Fendryn is a very outgoing Dunmer and a complete opposite to most of his race. He usually makes friends quick and loves to drink and sing with the people he is with. He loves to wind up people who thinks take life too seriously, usually making sarcastic comments towards them. He has been the left hand man of many various mercanary companies because of his talent for leading and tactics on the battlefield

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【History】
Fendryn was raised in the city of Cheydinhal, were he and his father owned a blacksmithing company. Since an early age he had been learning how to use the forge and how to create all types of weapons and armour. When he turned fifteen his father thought that he was a friendly enough person to become the salesman when his dad was busy and he became good at bartering with the customers. In his spare time he practised with all the weapons that he was creating and stood out using a sword and shield and also the bow. A few years later his Father lost a bet, were he gambled a lot of his money and his shop to another business owner. They had lost everything and would soon lose the house having no way to pay the ever increasing taxes that Cheydinhal were demanding. Fendryns father became depressed and started to drink, a few weeks later he was found dead, after he stumbled into one of the ponds in the city and drowned.

Having nothing left, Fendryn sold his house, barely making any money due to the unpaid bills and decided to leave. He gathered a few bits of equipment first, which he bought with the last of his money, and headed off looking for jobs. He learned the basics to hunt animals and setting up camps so he could survive in the wilds when he had no money. When he was 20 he signed up for a mercenary company. He was mainly used as a scout finding weak spots that the enemies had and finding the quickest route through the forests, sometimes when they needed him to fix their armour and weapons he would. He went to different mercenary groups after that. A few months after his 45th birthday his contract ended and he decided to leave with his two friends that he had made: a Nord Warrior named Ulrer The Tall, he was 5 foot 8 and was given the name to annoy him because any time somebody mentions his height he goes crazy. Also an Imperial Mage called Quintus Jannus who had a terrible stutter.

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【Skills and Abilities】
Fendryn was raised as a blacksmith so knows the basics of the craft, but doesn’t really practise it, unless his friends or his own weapons and armours need fixing. He is very athletically fit and can cover many miles quickly. He fights in a very aggressive style with his sword and shield and only uses his bow for only long range. He is very skilled at haggling over prices.

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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Weapons/Tools/Armour

He always wears studded armour with hide boots and bracers in the Nordic style after spending a lot of time in Skyrim. He doesn’t wear a helmet to keep his vision from being impaired. He has a thick olive green hooded cloak for when it’s cold. He has an imperial styled steel long sword and an iron kite shield, also he has a long bow with iron arrows. He keeps a sleeping roll on his person, that he attaches to the back of his belt round his waste. Along with basic hunting traps, a knife to skin animals and flints to start fires. A bag of money also hangs from his belt.

This is my character, hopefully it's good enough! My characters travelling with two other people and I'll try and get a small cs up for both of them tomorrow. :)

Also I was going to add a picture of my character from Skyrim, but unfortunately my computers decided to break!! -.-

The Walking Dead RP

I'm going to say you can control only one character for now. The rest will be NPC for all the characters we mention.

Hogwarts; A new story

Elliot Forrester

The sounds of people getting on the train had started to get louder but Elliot wasn’t really paying attention to the outside world. He was deep in his own world reading up on the dangers of the Triwizard tournament, it was the latest edition and it had a big section on the death of Cedric Diggory, who was murdered by Voldemort. Even though many more people had died in the tournament, this was the only time someone was murdered by outside events. After reading loads on injuries and deaths that occurred in the tournament, Elliot still really wanted to compete in it.

As Elliot continued to read he didn’t notice that somebody had walked into the booth and started to talk to him. “Hello, Elliot, a pleasant morning isn’t it?” It took Elliot a few moment to comprehend what they were saying. He looked up to see Karen, she was a year older than him and they didn’t really talk much, but Elliot was really fond of her. She was a nice girl and Elliot liked her even more seeing that she was amazing at Defence Against the Dark Arts. (Elliot’s favourite class.) She continued with, “You don’t mind if I sit with you do you?”

Elliot quickly closed his book and put it down. “No, no. I don’t mind, take a seat.” Elliot gestured to the seat with his hands and smiled at her. “Yeah it’s a nice day!” Elliot replied to her first question and followed it up with, “But it’s that rare that there’s only blue skies and no clouds in England that you can never complain about that!” Elliot let out a little chuckle as he looked up to Karen.

@TheHangedMan

The Walking Dead RP

Yeah I think children would be there because it seems weird if all the children just disappeared from the world, but I think there should be a minumum age to have your character. I don't see many people wanting to play as a nine year old though haha.

The Walking Dead RP

Depending on what we have separate our characters and a few NPCs into two groups. Use your idea of the one getting attacked and they run into the second and get brought in by them? Does that sound interesting?

@alexfangtalon

Yeah that sounds good! I'll start working on it tomorrow. Hopefully I'll be able to get the ooc up tomorrow or Thursday. Just keep chucking out ideas and I'll incorporate them in. Be good if this is a group decision what it's about. :)

Hogwarts; A new story

Elliot Forrester

The sun had slowly started to trickle into the main hall of The Leaky Cauldron as Elliot sat by a table with his breakfast in front of him, it was a full English. A yawn escaped Elliot’s mouth as he took a sip of his drink and then cut off a piece of a sausage. Elliot had arrived at The Leaky Cauldron the day before travelling down from Manchester. He always found it odd that you could only get on the train in London, it would save him quite a lot of time if it stopped off in places further north. The room that Elliot stayed in was old fashioned and had never changed since the first time he’d arrived there when he was eleven but it did have its own beauty to it.

Elliot took his time with his breakfast not needing to rush knowing that he had quite a while before the train would leave. More and more people started to fill the hall ordering their own breakfasts. There were first years with their parents who were making sure that everything was in order and then there were other students who Elliot recognized but none who he was close enough to. He left before it got even busier and headed towards King’s Cross station, chucking on his new leather coat that his parents had bought for him as he’d rapidly outgrown his last one. Elliot was a big fan of the coat and hoped he didn’t outgrow it as fast as his last one. He had two big suitcases in either hand rolling across the floor and a backpack with him as he got closer to the station.

The station was already busy with people going about their daily tasks even though it wasn’t even six in the morning yet. Elliot sauntered over through the station casually approaching platform nine and three-quarters and stopped in front of it taking a quick breath and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before he went through. The Hogwarts Express was already pulled into the station and a few people had the same idea as him picking where they wanted to sit. Elliot was around half way down the train before he decided to get on it, finding a private booth with no one in it waiting for people to come and find him. He took a seat in the corner next to the window and pulled a book out of his bag called ‘Triwizard Tragedies’ and started to read.