Red Wizard

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

The plan is to start the IC today, actually.

@Cyclone

Sweet!

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

So... are we going to get this show on the road or are we waiting for something?

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

I thought "what the hell" and posted my character from the Interest Check in the Character section. I haven't read the whole OOC (200+ posts = tl:dr), but I hope you're still accepting!

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

The Dragon

Name: Wold

Physical Form:

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Wold is a dragon, which is a huge winged reptile capable of breathing fire. Dragons are quite rare, largely due to their hatred of all other beings (including other dragons). The size of a dragon stands in direct proportion to how powerful it is; if it loses power, it shrinks. Wold was once very big, but has shrunken much in size since then (even though he is still a big bastard at nearly fifteen metres in length).

Abilities: As a dragon, Wold is capable of flight and breathing fire. His scales are thick and as tough as iron, and his claws are long as swords and razor sharp. His bite is capable of crushing a knight in plate armor. He is quite formidable in a fight.

Personality: Wold is greed incarnate. He wants it all and he wants it now. He doesn't have any plans for it, he just wants to have it. He has an extremely short fuse and an ego as big as the moon. Being social or friendly is not his strong suit.

Wants/Needs: Wold is driven 100% by greed and ego. Rewards in the form of power or treasure are suitable.

Relationships: Wold has never had any friends, and all of his old nemesises are long dead.

Backstory: Wold was once quite a blight on the land. He was big and bad, burning villages and eating prince/sses. He had a big mound of gold to sleep on and got to crush knights and other heroes on a daily basis. Then said knights and heroes started synchronizing their efforts and the dragon was ultimately defeated and retreated. He has hungered for revenge ever since.

Other: Did I mention he is a dragon?

Once upon a time... (always open)

@SepticGentleman Accepted! You can go ahead and re-post the App in the Character section :)

Once upon a time... (always open)

Once upon a time...

...a man sat at a crackling fire under a starlit night sky in the middle of the woods. It was a big man with a big name, at least in some parts of the world. He didn't feel big, though; in fact he felt quite small, at least tonight. He was all alone in the world, had no family or friends, and a night like this made a man wonder. He looked back at his life, at his deeds and mistakes, and didn't find any of it much to his liking. What had he accomplished so far, in the forty years he'd lived? He hadn't built or grown anything, hadn't made anything that had lasted. In fact he'd done quite the opposite. He had killed and ruined, more than anyone he'd met, and what did he have to show for it? A ragged bearhide and a notched axe. He didn't even have any money. He had the memories, aye, and his name, true, but those he could live without. Who would speak of him, when he was gone? Who would say the words at his grave and sing to his passing? No one. He would die alone, just as he'd lived, and the world would move on. Good riddance.

Only he didn't want that. He wanted something else. He wanted warmth, kind words and friendly faces. What would the rest of the rugged bastards he'd fought with say if he told them that? More than likely they'd laugh in his face and call him a fairy. Well piss on them, and piss on their laughter. He'd gladly be a fairy if it meant just a drop of more meaning to his life than... this.

As he watched the embers glow in the dark, he heard a bush rustle not far from him. It could've been an animal, but it wasn't likely; animals didn't usually stray that close to a fire. Gripping his axe with one big fist he stood up and looked about him.

"Who's there?" he called out, and waited.

Once upon a time... (always open)

Name: Mogun

Age: 40

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Race Description:

Humans

Humans are the most widespread sentient species in the world. They live short lives and are quick to reproduce. The three most important factors in the success of human population are their ability to adapt to the environment, their innovation and their bottomless ambition. Where many other species find themselves suited to one climate or geographic zone, humans thrive everywhere.

Humans vary much in appearance and behavior. Depending on where they live, their skin, hair and eye color varies greatly. Adults measure anywhere from roughly 100cm to nearly 200cm in height and between 30kg and 200kg in weight. Typical humans measure around 150-180cm in height and weigh in at around 50-100kg. Variations in hair growth, limb proportion and other differences are also common.

Humans are fairly cosmopolitan as a species and are known to mix and interbreed with other species. They are quick to grasp how other species think and operate and often use this to their advantage. Most human civilizations know how to develop agriculture, work minerals and metals, and domesticate animals.

The human species as a whole is divided into many families, groups, clans, and nations. There is no special loyalty between different factions of humans; at times groups of humans can be more loyal to local members of other species than to distant members of their own.

Appearance:
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Mogun is a big man, measuring 190cm in length and 120kg in weight. He is muscular and broad, not defined like a bodybuilder but thick and tough like a proper strong man. He has vivid green eyes and fiery red hair, both traits of his Karlandish ancestry. Mogun has a several tattoos on his body, most in the shapes of animals traditional to Karlandish warriors. He is usually dressed in warm and durable clothes of his own making.

Notable Equipment:
An old and well-worn longaxe with several notches carved in the the handle, a fur coat made from a bear he once slew, a drinking horn carved from a bull-man he once bested.

Background:
Mogun is a big bastard and always was. Both his parents were, too, and warriors at that. It wasn't particularly odd, then, that Mogun and his four siblings all became warriors themselves. It is actually a pretty common trade in the Karlands, where life always seems a little harsher than everywhere else. Mogun lost all his family and everyone he knew when his tribe lost to another in a feud. He was banished from his homeland on pain of death and thus had to make a living elsewhere. He didn't know a lot about life outside the Karlands; hell, he didn't know much about life there either (apart from fighting), so he decided to go with what he did know. He became a mercenary, a thug, a killer and a sword for hire. He has been on one or both sides of a battle for most of his adult life, never staying in one place for too long. In the quiet years between wars he helps with pest-removal in villages, rooting out beasts and monsters for villages and towns. He'd had made a fortune for himself if it wasn't for his terrible hand with money; he just can't seem to hold onto it for more than a fortnight.

These days Mogun stays out of the battles as much as possible and is more inclined to deal with the troubles of the villages and towns. He's fed up with politics and always find himself in arguments or fights over old struggles he doesn't even remember anymore. He has become tired and bored with the endless killing and is looking for some meaning in his life, but has trouble finding it.

Once upon a time... (always open)

Welcome!

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This game is mighty simple, and will always be open to new characters and contributions. From the first post and on, we're building the world and telling the story together. Build upon what has already been written or start on a new page - it is entirely up to you. It is preferable to try to connect to the other players in some way, but not necessary. There are a few guidelines you must consider when playing this game, but they're not very restrictive

• Be nice. Talk about what you want to do in the OOC before you do it in the IC. Don't offend people in the OOC. Keep adult scenes and excessive gore in your imagination. Involve other players in what you're doing.
• The setting is medieval fantasy. Sword and sorcery. Elves and orcs. You get the picture.
• Don't overdo it. No superhero characters, no invincible battlemageninjas. The keyword for character creation is growth.
• This might be a bit restrictive to some, but please keep anime and JRPG elements out of this. I just can't take it. Your character can of course be inspired by japanese culture, history or mythology, but not in an anime/JRPG way.
• As the thread owner, I have the final say in any game-related matter. I will try not to interfere with the game, but I will step in if I think things are getting out of hand. I don't like telling people off, so don't make me.

Now, if you're interested all you have to do is fill out a Character App, wait for approval, and start playing. It's simple as pie. You can find a prototype Character App below.

Character App

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Race Description: (only if belonging to a new undescribed race)
Appearance: (description obligatory, picture appreciated)
Notable Equipment: (you don't have to describe your characters underwear unless they're important to the character somehow)
Background:

That's all there is to it, really. I look forward to playing with you!

Lochwell - Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

WIP

Name: Orin

Race: Khazad (Dwarf)

Race Description:

The dwarves are a subterranean humanoid species originating from the mountains around the world. They share many characteristics with humans (two eyes and ears, a nose, a mouth, two arms and two legs) but there are many features that tell them apart. Dwarves are normally no taller than 100cm (roughly 3 feet). They have four fingers on each hand and four toes on each foot. Dwarves also lack a neck, making them unable to turn their heads. They are hairier than humans, and all dwarves grow big beards. It is very hard, if not impossible, for humans to tell dwarven males from females. The dwarves themselves say it’s a matter of smell.

These subterranean creatures have a long lifespan of around 300 years, but are considered old at 100 and will remain so for the rest of their lives. They can see perfectly even in complete darkness, mainly because their eyes can register heat down to parts of degrees. Dwarves are very sensitive to sunlight and prefer to stay indoors if possible. If not, they usually garb themselves with heavy clothes, covering as much as possible of their skin.

Dwarves are renowned for their supreme stonemasonry and blacksmithing. It is said that dwarven strongholds are carved from the rock of the mountains itself, and that dwarf-made steel never bends, breaks or dulls.

Age: 85

Gender: Male

Appearance: Orin is thin, for a dwarf, but tough and grizzled. Like most dwarves he has pale skin and coal black hair. His eyes are a reddish brown. He has a distinctive birthmark on his right cheekbone which looks slightly like a snake, or a worm. He also has an old scar in the form of a nick on the right side of his mouth, through the upper and lower lip. It is not unusual to see him tongue that spot when stressed.

Clothing/Armor: Orin wears no armor, but is always draped in thick robes to protect him from the sunlight. He also wears a pointy blue hat, his last memory from home.

Weapons: The only piece of weaponry Orin owns is a knife, which he has never drawn in anger. In fact, it is more of a tool than a weapon.

Skills/Abilities: Orin doesn't know much. He was a worker back home and is adept at physical labor, but not much else. He can take care of himself, though, and has a knack for smelling out good or bad deals.

Magic: Magic is completely foreign to Orin.

Inventory: His clothes (thick robes and a pointy blue hat), a knife, an almost empty backpack (containing a waterskin, a blanket, a bowl and a spoon), and a small purse with a few coppers in it.

Backstory: For most of his life, Orin had been working in the mines with his brethren. It was a hard but simple life and he enjoyed it thoroughly. Then came the day when he was selected to accompany a trader to a human city far from home. He hated the journey every step of the way, always glaring suspiciously at the blue sky above as though he thought it would come down to swallow him (he still does). The trade mission came to an abrupt end when the caravan was ambushed by a large band of bandits, killing everyone who resisted and taking the rest as captives. They tried selling Orin at several towns, but noone was interested in buying the dwarf so he was set free to fend for himself at a crossroads in the middle of nowhere. Not knowing where he was or how to go back home, Orin wandered aimlessly until he one day found himself in Lochwell.

Orin has no means of surviving should he leave the city, and he hasn't got enough money to pay for passage on a caravan either. He sleeps in an abandoned building in the outskirts of town and either begs for money and scraps or does hard work for slave wages in the warehouses and establishments of the town. He has never once robbed a person or stolen an item, but he is getting old and desperate. More than anything he just wants to go home and leave the surface world behind him for good.

Terra Inreperta - Historical Alternate Reality/Fantasy NRP

Interested! I'll start work on a NS right away. I'm claiming the Urals, if that's ok!