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Hi and welcome to my profile! Hey!! Wait don't go!... It's dark in here.
What am I into you ask?
Well let me just tell you! I love music, video games, reading and drawing. I also embarrassingly love to watch Looney Tunes Cartoons. (No laughing please :D)
If you have a 1x1 idea or even a group Roleplay your trying to setup I'm more than happy to hear about it. ^.^
What am I into you ask?
Well let me just tell you! I love music, video games, reading and drawing. I also embarrassingly love to watch Looney Tunes Cartoons. (No laughing please :D)
If you have a 1x1 idea or even a group Roleplay your trying to setup I'm more than happy to hear about it. ^.^
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"Retreat! Ahh" An anguished scream came from somewhere up front, Harriet's heart began to race and she knew now that the decision the captain had made was a dire one. Orc began to attack from up hill, their action of injuring a soldier long enough for him to scream before death a dirty ploy to shake the morale of the human soldiers that march against them; it worked.
"We will stand and fight, men and woman come here to banish these beasts from our lands, we cannot show them any fear, any remorse, they look at us with malice and evil content, we will do the same to them." The captain who was currently horse back yelled out over the ten person strong troupe, his words powerful and helped to shift the morale of his men, however the sheer number of enemies caused it to still weigh in the favor of the Orcs.
"Kill them all." The orc who seemed in charge yelled, the orcs true power did not lay in their huge physique but instead in their will, they wear their wounds like badges of honor, to loose an arm or even a leg is merely part of the blood sport that they call war. The orcs came running down the hills with unrelenting strides, they had the momentum and advantage in this battle and the fighters knew it, Harriet was bashed as two of the soldiers, Eric and Urik tried to move back and break formation.
"Stay in formation, stop!" She yelled but it was too late they pushed her back knocking her down in the process. "Idiots!" She yelled as one stepped on her ankle, he was wearing heavy plate armour and almost caused her ankle to snap in two. Suddenly the clang of weapons and the scream of men and orc began to rage out, Harriet felt helpless on the floor right until she heard a shattering thud, Urik the man in heavy armour fell, releasing Harriet's ankle from beneath his foot, he had taken a bolt to the heart, died on impact. "No.." She whispered in discomfort to seeing a fellow comrade who she had fought with for years die. "Anna! What's happening?" Harriet yelled up at the archer who stood on top of a rocky mount firing countless arrows down into the fray. "To the lef-" her voice was cut out as a bolt pierced her shoulder and sent her tumbling backwards off the side of a small cliff. "Anna no!" She yelled in anguish, everywhere around her she saw comrades... No friends fall, even the captain who had thought countless battles before fell to the sheer will power of the Orc.
"Night night princess." captain orc approached her slowly behind him the last two male soldiers were executed in the disgusting display of evil, she attempted to pull her blade from it's sheath but was met with a strong arm against her wrist, it was crushing her metal braces so tight she feared they would never come off. "Just kill me." She spat wishing her saliva would turn to venom. He didn't speak or react to the watery liquid hit him, instead he just hit her hard on the head with his gauntlet, she fell unconscious instantly.
"We will stand and fight, men and woman come here to banish these beasts from our lands, we cannot show them any fear, any remorse, they look at us with malice and evil content, we will do the same to them." The captain who was currently horse back yelled out over the ten person strong troupe, his words powerful and helped to shift the morale of his men, however the sheer number of enemies caused it to still weigh in the favor of the Orcs.
"Kill them all." The orc who seemed in charge yelled, the orcs true power did not lay in their huge physique but instead in their will, they wear their wounds like badges of honor, to loose an arm or even a leg is merely part of the blood sport that they call war. The orcs came running down the hills with unrelenting strides, they had the momentum and advantage in this battle and the fighters knew it, Harriet was bashed as two of the soldiers, Eric and Urik tried to move back and break formation.
"Stay in formation, stop!" She yelled but it was too late they pushed her back knocking her down in the process. "Idiots!" She yelled as one stepped on her ankle, he was wearing heavy plate armour and almost caused her ankle to snap in two. Suddenly the clang of weapons and the scream of men and orc began to rage out, Harriet felt helpless on the floor right until she heard a shattering thud, Urik the man in heavy armour fell, releasing Harriet's ankle from beneath his foot, he had taken a bolt to the heart, died on impact. "No.." She whispered in discomfort to seeing a fellow comrade who she had fought with for years die. "Anna! What's happening?" Harriet yelled up at the archer who stood on top of a rocky mount firing countless arrows down into the fray. "To the lef-" her voice was cut out as a bolt pierced her shoulder and sent her tumbling backwards off the side of a small cliff. "Anna no!" She yelled in anguish, everywhere around her she saw comrades... No friends fall, even the captain who had thought countless battles before fell to the sheer will power of the Orc.
"Night night princess." captain orc approached her slowly behind him the last two male soldiers were executed in the disgusting display of evil, she attempted to pull her blade from it's sheath but was met with a strong arm against her wrist, it was crushing her metal braces so tight she feared they would never come off. "Just kill me." She spat wishing her saliva would turn to venom. He didn't speak or react to the watery liquid hit him, instead he just hit her hard on the head with his gauntlet, she fell unconscious instantly.
Rachel's eyes slowly opened, a small splash of water hit her face and entered her mouth causing her to gargle and spit the water was salty. "Ugh." She spat her mind was surreal she hadn't yet grasped onto the situation, however the salty water had woken her from her concussed state.
"How.. How.. How how how, wh-.." She was hyperventilating and couldn't speak. Her senses began to return, first she noticed the water was worm but something she lay on was cold and metallic, next she noticed a small stream of blood was trickling down from her head, over her face and droplets were falling from her chin onto her clothing and into the water. Her thoughts changed to her boyfriend, he was with her on the plane but now she lay on a piece of wreckage floating in the water alone. "Eric.. Eric!" She sat up on the metallic sheet it's edges sharp like a coke can ripped in two.
"Please, Eric.. Where are you." She felt tears rolling down her face, the left followed the same blood stream and merged with it. "Help me." She whispered the last out of helplessness, as if praying. She sat still on her make shift raft for ten minutes, the sun had shifted very slightly, but the current was pulling her closer to land and she didn't feel like giving much of her energy to helping it. "All this.. What is all this for?" The sights had overwhelmed her, bodies floated some limbless in the water almost turning it red.
"How.. How.. How how how, wh-.." She was hyperventilating and couldn't speak. Her senses began to return, first she noticed the water was worm but something she lay on was cold and metallic, next she noticed a small stream of blood was trickling down from her head, over her face and droplets were falling from her chin onto her clothing and into the water. Her thoughts changed to her boyfriend, he was with her on the plane but now she lay on a piece of wreckage floating in the water alone. "Eric.. Eric!" She sat up on the metallic sheet it's edges sharp like a coke can ripped in two.
"Please, Eric.. Where are you." She felt tears rolling down her face, the left followed the same blood stream and merged with it. "Help me." She whispered the last out of helplessness, as if praying. She sat still on her make shift raft for ten minutes, the sun had shifted very slightly, but the current was pulling her closer to land and she didn't feel like giving much of her energy to helping it. "All this.. What is all this for?" The sights had overwhelmed her, bodies floated some limbless in the water almost turning it red.
Name: Rachel Jackson
Gender: Female
Nationality: Scottish
Age: 25
Profession/job: Electrical technician, she works for a large electronics manufacturer attempting to create new innovative gadgets to make everyone's days easier.
Skills (practical): Basic work level First aid, can salvage electronics and combine them to make useful gadgets, such as radio's and has a minor ability to cook, however she does mostly do take always so she would never nominate herself as a chef.
Skills (specific): She loves to read and has a great memory, when it comes to recalling images or places.
Brief Bio:
"You got the job. Should you not be happy? A male voice spoke slightly muffled by the wall that stood between them.
"I am happy!" A female voice soon followed, almost abrasive against the soft tone that it followed.
"Okay, okay your happy! haha." he laughed mockingly.
"Oh shush," She stood from a sat position on a large red sofa and marched through into the bed room where Joey stood, he was adorable stood there rearranging pillows a stuffed Pikachu she had lying on the bed. "I'm sorry, I'm just... That is to say I don't particularly like the idea of moving so far away from my family and my friends." She tried to give off a smile but found it to be more of an awkward grimace.
"Don't worry about it." He spoke softly to her and continued to finish dressing the bed.
It was a surreal feeling seeing the apartment stripped of it's belongings, it now had only a sofa, bed and many boxes to occupy it. "Packing the TV was a foolish move." She whispered to herself as she sat down on the sofa and opened a book that was recommended to her by one of her friends. 'Bear Grylls Mud Sweat and Tears.' She didn't much care for his stuff but her friend spoke so highly of it. "Page one" She sighed as she flipped the crisp new book open and began to read. Fifteen minutes later She closed the book. "I'm wasting my time, who needs to know all this junk." She mused and placed the book into the last open box.
After saying goodbye to the home and land she knew, she got on the plane, her boyfriend and her sat next to each other... A new life awaits.
Name: Rachel Jackson
Gender: Female
Nationality: Scottish
Age: 25
Profession/job: Electrical technician, she works for a large electronics manufacturer attempting to create new innovative gadgets to make everyone's days go longer.
Skills (practical): Basic work level First aid, can salvage electronics and combine them to make useful gadgets, such as radio's and has a minor ability to cook, however she does mostly do take always so she would never nominate herself as a chef.
Skills (specific): She loves to read and has a great memory, when it comes to recalling images or places.
Brief Bio:
"You got the job. Should you not be happy? A male voice spoke slightly muffled by the wall that stood between them.
"I am happy!" A female voice soon followed, almost abrasive against the soft tone that it followed.
"Okay, okay your happy! haha." he laughed mockingly.
"Oh shush," She stood from a sat position on a large red sofa and marched through into the bed room where Joey stood, he was adorable stood there rearranging pillows a stuffed Pikachu she had lying on the bed. "I'm sorry, I'm just... That is to say I don't particularly like the idea of moving so far away from my family and my friends." She tried to give off a smile but found it to be more of an awkward grimace.
"Don't worry about it." He spoke softly to her and continued to finish dressing the bed.
It was a surreal feeling seeing the apartment stripped of it's belongings, it now had only a sofa, bed and many boxes to occupy it. "Packing the TV was a foolish move." She whispered to herself as she sat down on the sofa and opened a book that was recommended to her by one of her friends. 'Bear Grylls Mud Sweat and Tears.' She didn't much care for his stuff but her friend spoke so highly of it. "Page one" She sighed as she flipped the crisp new book open and began to read. Fifteen minutes later She closed the book. "I'm wasting my time, who needs to know all this junk." She mused and placed the book into the last open box.
After saying goodbye to the home and land she knew, she got on the plane, her boyfriend and her sat next to each other... A new life awaits.
(I know you hate soppy Prip but oh well :) )
Everyone here was a mercenary for hire so to call one untrustworthy for wanting money to work would be borderline stupid, however Scarlet didn't find herself rooting for this new murderer to join this merry band of murderers, James destroying fleeing ships was almost enough to make her vomit, however this just cemented the reality that she wouldn't be with this crew forever. "Shouldn't we be going?" She said her voice filled with anger.
James spoke a moment earlier about leaving to find Artyem, it seemed that their primary mission of saving their friend was forsaken for the blood sport of hunting men, he seemed to have been cast as an after thought. "They might of executed him, after all they must of been alerted of our presence here." Her voice shrill, she wanted so badly to see James as a commander that cared for the people he commanded, but she saw him merely as a pimp of the mercenary world.
James spoke a moment earlier about leaving to find Artyem, it seemed that their primary mission of saving their friend was forsaken for the blood sport of hunting men, he seemed to have been cast as an after thought. "They might of executed him, after all they must of been alerted of our presence here." Her voice shrill, she wanted so badly to see James as a commander that cared for the people he commanded, but she saw him merely as a pimp of the mercenary world.
Name: Hariett Morri
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Nationality: Talos
Appearance:
Bio: Royal blood surges through this body. Hariett thought to herself as she stood on the outer most wall of the beloved city Harazan, her blood was too diluted to ever be recognized as a Princess or anything even close to such a title, however she was favored within the city mainly due to her steadfast devotion to the king; where he commanded she would go. Hariett was a knight and a Zealot, she served her king because he was the true heir to this world's creator, a firm belief that held strong with most of the mountain cities populous.
"Hariett." Spoke a deep voiced man,
"Yes, your majesty." She took a half breath between her words to make the royal title stand out, her devotion even lingered as an after thought.
"You are the hand that carries my sword are you not?" He spoke once more, his voice carried power.
"I am, I live to cut down your enemies." Her words sounded as if spoken as a heart felt promise.
"You will leave this city and your homeland." His words still powerful held a slight tang of remorse.
"If that is your will." Her own voice filled with remorse, she swallowed to clear her throat.
"I need you to join The Black Order, they fight for the future of this world and we cannot let them fail." He commanded her.
"I will leave tonight, your majesty." She spoke with a sunken feeling in her heart, she wanted to live and die by his side, but instead she had been cast away to fight on the front lines of hell, rejected like a used napkin. However she stayed loyal and would do all that he asked.
Two years had passed and she had not seen or heard of her homeland, she still thought back to when she would stand on the walls and watch as the gales pushed the mighty trees that stood below, or how the children would always want to join her on daily watches. Now instead of worshiping the King in person she worshiped him in memory. She glanced once more into the yarn that was her memories and unraveled the day where she was made a knight for her deeds in many small conflicts around their lands, she was well known and it was obviously her next step as a warrior to become one of the many knights that served the King personally.
As a recruit of The Black Order people seemed fascinated by the fact that a Talos Knight had joined, some happy to see a well experienced warrior training and fighting with them and others mainly people from Talos saw her as a failure or a traitor due to the King's normally unwillingness to give up any of his Knights for anything other than home defense, it hurt her to see her own people judging her badly for what the King had ordered her to do, but she moved on and instead of worrying over what people thought turned herself to studies and climbing the ranks of The Black Order.
Fighting Style: Basic Two handed long sword, however she does have a small dagger attached to her chest which she is proficient in using.
Equipment:
Heavy metallic Armour engraved with the royal symbols that shows her as a knight of Talos
A small dagger crude looking iron dagger with a very worn looking handle
Royal long sword, a unique blade crafted as her knighthood request, the sword extends out at the tip about two inches each side, created to give a heavy more direct impact on a shield, to cause enemies to falter.
Skills/Abilities: She has no magical abilities what so ever, but she does have knowledge in tending to minor wounds, a skill she has picked up from wounds she has received in battle. She is also proficient at riding horse back and semi okay at using a bow.
Other Information: None.
Never do merry things. Ever :)
:p The fights are moving a little fast :) especially if FinDragon was meant to be in control of them x
Wait wasn't FinDragon's character that captain dude that was shot? ^^
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