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Raven, sent you a PM with the character sheet for your approval.
And don't worry Jasonwolf, I'm working on a sentient ancient magical lizard character.
And don't worry Jasonwolf, I'm working on a sentient ancient magical lizard character.
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Hello,
Welcome to my very vague and, I have no doubt, hardly inspiring profile. If I were to drop you a little bit of information on myself it would be the following. I'm just past thirty, served my country for eight years in the military, and I am now working in another Federal Government branch that is less camouflage and more leaning towards Investigative work.
I have attended University, earned a degree, and travel as often as possible, especially if the destination has castles, love castles. I work hard, I play hard, and writing essentially allows me an opportunity to refocus energy away from my job and into something that keeps me sane.
I despise fancy talking know-it-all assholes and everyone who talks a good game from behind the safety of their monitor. It's the internet ladies and gentleman, you aren't tough, clever, or mysterious simply because you spend countless hours crafting thinly veiled insults to people.
If you have an RP idea, hit me up. I am interested in Nation States Roleplay, and Advanced Roleplaying. Truth be told, I'd probably try anything once, to the point I enjoy played a Professor at Hogwarts once. The poor fellow ended up getting eaten by a Dragon, it was aweful.
Want someone who will get into a roleplay and not give a damn if his character dies as long as it advances the plot? Someone who will not give two hoots if his nation gets overrun and his people enslaved as long as it was awesomely done? Someone who doesn't mind playing a bad guy that's going to lose in the end anyway? Someone who just enjoys writing for the sake of story telling?
Call me.
I am here to enjoy myself, create worlds, and basically have a place to forget the real world. If you're looking for someone like that, I'm your man.
Cheers,
Risen
Welcome to my very vague and, I have no doubt, hardly inspiring profile. If I were to drop you a little bit of information on myself it would be the following. I'm just past thirty, served my country for eight years in the military, and I am now working in another Federal Government branch that is less camouflage and more leaning towards Investigative work.
I have attended University, earned a degree, and travel as often as possible, especially if the destination has castles, love castles. I work hard, I play hard, and writing essentially allows me an opportunity to refocus energy away from my job and into something that keeps me sane.
I despise fancy talking know-it-all assholes and everyone who talks a good game from behind the safety of their monitor. It's the internet ladies and gentleman, you aren't tough, clever, or mysterious simply because you spend countless hours crafting thinly veiled insults to people.
If you have an RP idea, hit me up. I am interested in Nation States Roleplay, and Advanced Roleplaying. Truth be told, I'd probably try anything once, to the point I enjoy played a Professor at Hogwarts once. The poor fellow ended up getting eaten by a Dragon, it was aweful.
Want someone who will get into a roleplay and not give a damn if his character dies as long as it advances the plot? Someone who will not give two hoots if his nation gets overrun and his people enslaved as long as it was awesomely done? Someone who doesn't mind playing a bad guy that's going to lose in the end anyway? Someone who just enjoys writing for the sake of story telling?
Call me.
I am here to enjoy myself, create worlds, and basically have a place to forget the real world. If you're looking for someone like that, I'm your man.
Cheers,
Risen
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Raven, sent you my idea. If you're good with it let me know and I'll get a character sheet up.
Awesome writing everyone, by the way. Love reading it all.
Awesome writing everyone, by the way. Love reading it all.
Raven,
I fired you a PM if you have a moment to read it.
I fired you a PM if you have a moment to read it.
Ready and waiting for a post
Or we could all just drop it and do some writing? The end result of this is an Internet debate, which is the modern version of "Never get involved in a land war in Asia".
He's also a none white dude in a land, if we're actually in England, full of white folk who assume all none-white folk are Islamic heathen. Just saying...
Here's a multi-post question for you, are you willing to accept single characters like an assassin? I don't mean a super god powered one, but one who is worth hiring and can kill high ranking people, since you did state "characters can die".
Alternatively, is there room for a Mercenary group?
I ask because I, like Aristo, prefer creating narrative and will certainly find it easier without a nation to contend with.
Thanks!
Alternatively, is there room for a Mercenary group?
I ask because I, like Aristo, prefer creating narrative and will certainly find it easier without a nation to contend with.
Thanks!
Great posts everyone! Looking good so far.
*Posting Note: Due to facilitate easy writing Kjartan's thoughts will be in plain English, his speech accented"
Kjartan Reinhølt
Blue eyes blinked groggily at the sky, and then squinted fiercely at the sunlight that danced across the scarred face. Kjartan was intensely aware of how much his head hurt and threw a muscled arm across his eyes to block out the sun all the while muttering under his breath. It took him a moment, perhaps it was the hang over, he wasn't sure, but he was suddenly aware of the smell of crushed earth and grass, and the unmistakable sensation of damp turf beneath his bare back and shoulders.
An idle thought flashed through his head as he lifted it slightly so that he could see through a narrow slit between his arm and his cheek, the lads would never let him live this down if he'd passed out on the rugby pitch. He was flat on his back, right knee in the air, kilt falling around his waist and he supposed it was a good thing he was wearing rugby shorts underneath or he'd be showing the world "the goods".
Through the gap he could now see a pair of tight blue jeans and black boots. Whoever this person was happened to be facing away from him and he smiled slightly at the curve of her backside as it strained against the jeans. He'd certainly woken up with less attractive women and not been able to remember the night, his initial concern was if he'd used protection or not, I he already had a half dozen illegitimate children running around the Commonwealth nations.
The thought was abruptly cut off as the person of his attention began to talk to someone else nearby and he raised his head some more to see a pathetic looking little fellow on the grass. His gaze shifted to the right and he saw more people. Now he was confused. He laid his head back down on the grass with a slight groan, maybe if he went back to sleep they would all be gone by the time he woke up and he wouldn't have to speak with any of them. That would probably be best. Yes, he'd do that.
His eyes flew open quite suddenly. He'd been at a fund raiser, now he remembered, and it hadn't been just ANY field he'd been on. It was a Team Scotland fund raiser and the team had been at Balmoral Castle to meet the Queen. He'd been one of the first selected to meet her because of his military service. Now he was worried he had passed out on the grounds of the castle. He sat up abruptly, his head spinning so hard he almost vomited. For a horrifying moment he thought he would but it passed swiftly and he staggered to his feet, eyes racing around as he turned quickly about him. No castle. No guards. In fact, beyond the people lying about in the grass with him, there was no one he knew at all.
"Thank ze gods..." He muttered out loud and allowed himself to sink into a crouch, head in his hands.
Kjartan Reinhølt
Blue eyes blinked groggily at the sky, and then squinted fiercely at the sunlight that danced across the scarred face. Kjartan was intensely aware of how much his head hurt and threw a muscled arm across his eyes to block out the sun all the while muttering under his breath. It took him a moment, perhaps it was the hang over, he wasn't sure, but he was suddenly aware of the smell of crushed earth and grass, and the unmistakable sensation of damp turf beneath his bare back and shoulders.
An idle thought flashed through his head as he lifted it slightly so that he could see through a narrow slit between his arm and his cheek, the lads would never let him live this down if he'd passed out on the rugby pitch. He was flat on his back, right knee in the air, kilt falling around his waist and he supposed it was a good thing he was wearing rugby shorts underneath or he'd be showing the world "the goods".
Through the gap he could now see a pair of tight blue jeans and black boots. Whoever this person was happened to be facing away from him and he smiled slightly at the curve of her backside as it strained against the jeans. He'd certainly woken up with less attractive women and not been able to remember the night, his initial concern was if he'd used protection or not, I he already had a half dozen illegitimate children running around the Commonwealth nations.
The thought was abruptly cut off as the person of his attention began to talk to someone else nearby and he raised his head some more to see a pathetic looking little fellow on the grass. His gaze shifted to the right and he saw more people. Now he was confused. He laid his head back down on the grass with a slight groan, maybe if he went back to sleep they would all be gone by the time he woke up and he wouldn't have to speak with any of them. That would probably be best. Yes, he'd do that.
His eyes flew open quite suddenly. He'd been at a fund raiser, now he remembered, and it hadn't been just ANY field he'd been on. It was a Team Scotland fund raiser and the team had been at Balmoral Castle to meet the Queen. He'd been one of the first selected to meet her because of his military service. Now he was worried he had passed out on the grounds of the castle. He sat up abruptly, his head spinning so hard he almost vomited. For a horrifying moment he thought he would but it passed swiftly and he staggered to his feet, eyes racing around as he turned quickly about him. No castle. No guards. In fact, beyond the people lying about in the grass with him, there was no one he knew at all.
"Thank ze gods..." He muttered out loud and allowed himself to sink into a crouch, head in his hands.
Meh, since 2/3 of my idea got hijacked I won't be joining you. Thanks anyway, best of luck.
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