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Mordrag Desertheart - Leader of The Bleeding Hearts












Rogue's Castle will be High Fantasy, you can be any race or anything that you like, the only stipulation is that you fit in with the overall theme and time period (medievalish). The Rogue's Castle is a place for the people that society usually frowns upon. Thieves, thugs, mercenaries, vampires, or any other sort of monster should be able to feel at home here. There are no laws in our little castle, just an overall division of power that mainly keeps things under wraps.

So this will be a Sandbox sort of Roleplay. I do have an overall plot (a few actually), but the story can go any way you want. We don't have to do everything as a group, so everyone will be able to post as often as they like. The main roleplay will take place withing the castle and its surrounding grounds, but the portals can take you anywhere, so go ahead and be creative. I have a bit of the castle developed, but feel free to add whatever you think is lacking. It's a huge complex, so no need to feel constricted!

Hey there guys! Just trying to gauge interest in a roleplay that centers around a castle that house murderers, mercenaries, and monsters of all types. I'm thinking almost a bit of a prison environment with gangs all vying for power within, but also with strange happenings that threaten to send the entire complex into chaos!



I'll give it until Sunday before I force the RP to continue.

@RyanTadashiThat's better! Accepted!


Thanks mate! Can't wait!
Here is my proposed character! Hope you guys like him.



EDIT: @rabidanubis made some of the changes you wanted and put up a sketch of Eros. I'll color and crop it later today!
Sorry that I've been MIA as well recently. My dog died and I've been pretty depressed. I haven't managed to do much for the past two weeks. I'll be keeping an eye on this thread though!
Sorry about going MIA people. My dog for 15 years (since I was 7) died last week and I just can't get motivated to do anything. My sister is also going away to college tomorrow morning, so I'm just in a rut.

I feel like you guys are cruisin on this, and my character didn't add much anyway, so I'm just gonna wish you guys luck. Just know that I will still be keeping an eye out to read the IC. Y'all have an amazing story going.
I would be super down for this!
@lexicon

Feel free to just address me in the beginning of your post and carry on. Aksel is definitely not there to be a bother!
The first light of dawn snuck into the large room through the cracks in red satin curtains. Compared to the smaller, dingier rooms that belonged to Madame Merida's other employees, Jenessa and Isolde's room was a splendid residence indeed. Posh silks and furs piled high on the bed next to a fine mahogany armoire. Candelabra stands and even two oil paintings created a well lit and decorated environment akin to a throne room.

On their bed fit for a queen, Jenessa and Isolde slept, wrapped up in each other's limbs. Mordrag stirred from his final resting spot on the floor. He was naked, an empty bottle of wine in one hand and a pair of gilt scissors eyeglasses in the other. A thin beam of gray morning light lie directly across the huge man's eyes, pulling him from his world of dreams and into a world of...

Bloody little men dancing in my head! Theres a fat horde of cattle stampeding up there. The Gothi sat up and looked up at the two beauties through squinted eyes. Even after a rousing, raucous night, they looked like angels come to earth. Absolute perfect last night before the big journey. And at the end of this, I'm gonna buy my own place like this. Madame Mordrag. Yeah, yeah, that's got something to it!

The barbarian stood up and poured himself another glass of wine. Sleep it off or drink through it. The former wouldn't be an option, for he had somewhere to be.

“...we meet at the Western Gate tomorrow at dawn,” Rask had instructed. Mordrag had a tendency to be late, but this time it was important. He pulled open the curtains and gazed out the window, dawn breaking over the butchers shops, taverns and fishmonger stands.

Dawn it will be. Then I'll have enough funds to live high and send the rest where they need to be. I can provide for myself and for everyone who needs me to. Dawn. Dawn!? It's dawn right now!

The big brute moved faster than he had in his entire life, throwing his pants on backwards and tossing his vest, boots and the mysterious eyeglasses into his small pack. He sprinted out the door, stopping only to slap Jenessa on her ample bum.

And then again for the other cheek.

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He eventually made his way to the Western Gate not TOO long after dawn. The entire rest of the band was there, but, thankfully, they hadn't left quite yet. Mordrag half ran, half stumbled up to the others and tossed his belongings on the ground at their feet.

“Don't you all worry, Mordrag's made it” he panted, doubling over from the exertion with hands on knees. After catching his breath he made his way over to Wretha – still half dressed with his pants on backwards – and draped an arm over her shoulder. “What's next boss?” The big brute looked at Rask questioningly and smiled.
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