AnnaBeth said
I'm online now. Let me look over some things and get some of this stuff taken care of. The guild has been down for me all day, and I've been in Memphis. :)Give me a few.
Cool hopefully my character was good enough, this rp looks fun.
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Cool hopefully my character was good enough, this rp looks fun.
Ah just wondering, cause last night it seemed it was busy. But now was quite.
Sorry i just love the TES universe, and im very impatient right now lol.
Sorry i just love the TES universe, and im very impatient right now lol.
Name: Alex Haswell
Sex: M
Age: 28
Nationality: Shaq'ir
Appearance:
Personality: Cunning and charming.
Background: Alex was born in shaq'ir, his dad being a trader, he never stayed in one place very often. He always traveled with father and the carvan, seeing new sites and people, the world always amazed him. He never knew his mother, his father said good things about her though. As he grew older he was told she died bringing him into the world. His father felt Alex acted alot like his mother, even said that there was two people in his body, his mother and Alex.
But Alex's great life came to a tragic halt. They were walking eith the caravan when a group of bandits ambushed them. Sadly his father was killed and Alex was left on trail. He cried for what felt like days when a old blacksmith stumbled upon him. He took him to his home in the wasteland and raised him. When he turned 15 the man crafted a gun and a sword for him. He taught him how to use them, and to use them for good in the world.
Once he was 18 Alex knew what to do,he used his new talents as a bodyguard for traviling traders.
Now Alex is 28 and is looking for the people who killed his Father, he could use some adventure in his life.
Gear: Alex carrys a revolver, thats shoits at the 6o'clock postion instead of the standard twelve, and his sword, sheathed on his back.
Skills: Alex is very agile, and accurate, he makes every bullet count.
Sex: M
Age: 28
Nationality: Shaq'ir
Appearance:
Personality: Cunning and charming.
Background: Alex was born in shaq'ir, his dad being a trader, he never stayed in one place very often. He always traveled with father and the carvan, seeing new sites and people, the world always amazed him. He never knew his mother, his father said good things about her though. As he grew older he was told she died bringing him into the world. His father felt Alex acted alot like his mother, even said that there was two people in his body, his mother and Alex.
But Alex's great life came to a tragic halt. They were walking eith the caravan when a group of bandits ambushed them. Sadly his father was killed and Alex was left on trail. He cried for what felt like days when a old blacksmith stumbled upon him. He took him to his home in the wasteland and raised him. When he turned 15 the man crafted a gun and a sword for him. He taught him how to use them, and to use them for good in the world.
Once he was 18 Alex knew what to do,he used his new talents as a bodyguard for traviling traders.
Now Alex is 28 and is looking for the people who killed his Father, he could use some adventure in his life.
Gear: Alex carrys a revolver, thats shoits at the 6o'clock postion instead of the standard twelve, and his sword, sheathed on his back.
Skills: Alex is very agile, and accurate, he makes every bullet count.
Reapers game sounds fun
This didn't die, did it?
You know when the gm will be on would love to rp here
Is this still open would like to make an initiate
Name: Niko Reeves
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance:
Clothing: A white long sleeve polo (one that would go under a suit), black cargo pants, and a blue hoodie. Black construction boots.
Equipment: A green one strap backpack. Inside: A few cans of food, a first aid kit, hygienic supplies, a zippo with a bottle of fluid, salt and a bundle of cloth. (For drying and storing meat), and a whetstone, .22 ammunition.
Weapons: Skinning knife, a sharpened peice pf rebar, and a .22 semi auto rifle.
Bio/Background: Niko had a hobby as a hunter, when Niko went out on a two week trip, secluded from the outside world, the world had changed. Niko scavenges for supplies often and is always moving. Two weeks ago he arrived in Washington, and is searching for family.
Occupation Pre-Apocalyse: Office worker.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance:
Clothing: A white long sleeve polo (one that would go under a suit), black cargo pants, and a blue hoodie. Black construction boots.
Equipment: A green one strap backpack. Inside: A few cans of food, a first aid kit, hygienic supplies, a zippo with a bottle of fluid, salt and a bundle of cloth. (For drying and storing meat), and a whetstone, .22 ammunition.
Weapons: Skinning knife, a sharpened peice pf rebar, and a .22 semi auto rifle.
Bio/Background: Niko had a hobby as a hunter, when Niko went out on a two week trip, secluded from the outside world, the world had changed. Niko scavenges for supplies often and is always moving. Two weeks ago he arrived in Washington, and is searching for family.
Occupation Pre-Apocalyse: Office worker.
Tayvan approached the stable of leyawiin, he hitched his horse, and grabed his bag off the saddle. Tayvan then tossed a few coins towards the stable keep and headed into town.
Tayvan walked down the street, eyeing beggars and checking his surroundings. He knew his name has some value to it, his mercenary group had to have some fame to it, yet Tayvan wasnt sure this was a good thing.
After a few minutes of walking he passed a inn, Tayvan looked up and read the sign.
"Blackwoods Brew" he mutterd. "Hmm lets hope the ale is better than the stuff in fathers cellar."
Tayvan put his hands on the door and takes a deep breath. As he opened the door, the quite world around him seemed to have fled as his ears filled with chatter, his nose filled with smells of bread and meat. He began to drool as he just thinks of meat, reminding him he needs to feed soon. Tayvan walked through the door and shuts it, he could feel the eyes staring at him, what was such a young bosmer doing in here. Tayvan didnt let it bother him, he knew he was still strong. Tayvan found a lonely table, he proceeded to sit down and called for an ale. When it arrives, Tayvan took a deep gulp, he immediately spits it into the mug.
"Taste like rancid horse piss" Tayvan spoke softly.
He leaned back in his chair and began to does off, it had been a long journey from Bravil.
Tayvan walked down the street, eyeing beggars and checking his surroundings. He knew his name has some value to it, his mercenary group had to have some fame to it, yet Tayvan wasnt sure this was a good thing.
After a few minutes of walking he passed a inn, Tayvan looked up and read the sign.
"Blackwoods Brew" he mutterd. "Hmm lets hope the ale is better than the stuff in fathers cellar."
Tayvan put his hands on the door and takes a deep breath. As he opened the door, the quite world around him seemed to have fled as his ears filled with chatter, his nose filled with smells of bread and meat. He began to drool as he just thinks of meat, reminding him he needs to feed soon. Tayvan walked through the door and shuts it, he could feel the eyes staring at him, what was such a young bosmer doing in here. Tayvan didnt let it bother him, he knew he was still strong. Tayvan found a lonely table, he proceeded to sit down and called for an ale. When it arrives, Tayvan took a deep gulp, he immediately spits it into the mug.
"Taste like rancid horse piss" Tayvan spoke softly.
He leaned back in his chair and began to does off, it had been a long journey from Bravil.
EliteCommander said
I read the edits. He seems fine, though 39 is still very young for a Bosmer. He probably wouldn't be considered little more than a child. If you think about it, 100 is still only a tenth of their lifespan.
Thats fine, being seen a bit young isnt that bad
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