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Current Searching for that sweet sweet relief of rp.
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Woot! Welcome to this shit.I was gonna treat this like a MySpace page, but I don't think I really even know what MySpace was. That poor thing. Anyhow!

I myself have been a large World of Warcraft fan most of my life, so my knowledge of the lore and universe is quite extensive. It would also be one of my largest passions for role-playing. So anyone who would like that sint hesitate to hit me up.

Beyond that, I enjoy Sci fi, dystioian/eutopian, general high fantasy, some dark gritty fantasy. Quite the loser as you can tell lol.

If I had to bring my experience into question, I'd say I'm quite adept at the English language with at least a basic understanding of its functionality and such. Although I can be superfluous and verbose where it doesn't call. Who doesn't like to sound smart though right?

Then I'd say I'm quite an experienced Rper with a fascination with creating and developing characters. I am very proud of characters I created as I feel they're rather balanced and realistic depictions of a person.

Not too big a fan of Mary sues or all powerful characters. Not to say I only create weak losers who can't accomplish anything. Just that my characters have very obvious flaws and hindrances that make them vulnerable. I enjoy developing and growing a character over time as they envelope and become more or even less than what I may have originally imagined.

Tgats the beauty of role-playing. It doesn't always happen as you would necessarily want it to. Anything is possible. That is what I love about this hobby.

Now that all that's out of the way, let's get into stuff about me. I'm 19,avid reader in case you couldn't tell. Very well spoken in my opinion. Lover of discussion and intelligent debate. Hell, Im just an all around chill person to be around in my opinion.

Well at the moment that does it. Can't think of anymore dukey to put in here XD but yeah. Message me let's rp. Let's be friends. Hell let's go egg houses if you really want to. Enjoy!
Excuse the garbage autocorrect. This all comes from my phone xD

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hey no biggie. i just dont want to leave anyone feeling like theyre behind in the scheme yknow
ima wait till night elf lady replies so shes not leagues behind me and orcman meeting up


Ivaron Andesil

Location:Ancient Forest (???)


Ivaron let out a sharp gasp as the entirety of the world began to twist and warp around him. Trees lost shape while beasts began to meld together and form horrible amalgamations as his vision blurred. A great pressure surrounded him and threatened to crush his skull it seemed as everything disappeared and the world exploded with with violent sounds. Had it gone on for days, months, years? Or only a moment? Ivaron felt and saw nothing, but at the same time he saw everything. His brothers stood in front of him, his parents. Merideth. Mother. All of them were about him smiling, and then they weren't. Then he saw a dead, dying landscape of cracked red earth. Was this Durotar? Or perhaps the barren Salt Flats? It had come and gone as quickly as his loved ones. Then he was among a group of thundering kodos on great grass plains with nothing else in sight. With the great pounding of the beasts, it was all gone again.

However good his reflexes may have been once, they were far from that now. Perhaps it was his nearly crippled leg, perhaps it was just the wear of a life hard spent. He opened his eyes and seemed to be conscience on the ground before he had realized he had fallen and hit several tree branches on the way down. A faint voice reverberated in his ears as his head pounded and his leg burned with near agony. Looking down at himself, he had at least not broken any bones. He would manage as he always had at least. Then the pain truly came to his head as he lifted it from the ground where he had fallen directly onto a rock. With great difficulty Ivaron pushed himself into a slumped position against the nearest tree. A tree that was larger around than any he could recall seeing in recent years. The elves had some like this he had thought, yet he hadn't spent very much time among them as he disliked the general haughtiness of their women. That's what happens when they are more warrior than their men, he had decided. As the daze begun to ware off he would take more note of the area he had ended up in. It was evening or near enough as mattered. The branches overhead wove into a thick canopy of shade that left the area cool, if not a bit humid.

A voice sounded through the woods again. Faint, yet present. Unless that was still the echoing of his own head. Ivaron gave his jaw and temples a decent rub for a moment. After the silence came again and the thrum in his ears had faded, the voice called again, louder this time. Perhaps it wasn't an illusion after all. As he brought his hands to his mouth to call out an answer, he paused. The voice called a final time, still faint, yet loud enough that he realized he had not recognized the tongue of the speaker the first few times, yet now it was in plain Common. That was curious to him yet any inhibition was to be saved for later as he had few options at the moment. If any captors were to come and strike him down, it couldn't be any worse than being left to the creatures that prowled these woods surely

"I hear you! Follow my voice. I am sat against a tree possibly in front of you!" Ivaron called, his words seemingly muffled through the thick foliage. The ordeal seemed to have left his throat parched and him feeling weakened. That could be sorted out once he knew if this was friend or foe. Until then, he pulled the necklace that hung about his neck over his head and looked at the apparent charm in his palm. With a few soft words and gentle touch, the blue-purple metal began to warm and flicker before slowing growing in length and girth, until it sat in his two outstretched hands across his lap. The poleaxe gleamed faintly in what little light there was. Re-positioning himself against the tree, Ivaron got a firm enough grasp on the weapon and placed the butt into the soft earth, using it to haul himself to a standing position. For the time he would rest his weight on it and the tree at his back until the situation called for action. None of this made any sense to him, but there was little he could do but await the owner of ther voice.
Alright. well im going to be making my entrance post before i go to work right now but from their ill end up being stuck in that timeframe i just mentioned. Just wanted to make you guys aware.
So ok Idk how you guys plan to do post order, but I will only be able to post from my home computer as I have to use the formatting. Which means I can only reply each day between about 3:30 and 9:00pm est
@rivaan updated it
Lol shit there was four days between when I started and finished the character sheet. So i read the rules but forgot that little tidbit. When I edit the other stuff at home I'll throw that in. Already knew who it would be too. My main dragon boy.
I knew I forgot to finish something. I'll fix it when I get home


@Rivaan My only real comment is that the image is really just a basic idea to go off of. For reasons youll read and understand, Ivaron's appearance is seldom concrete. Also excuse any hiccups, ive never used this formatting before so some things might not look perfect. i tried.
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