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The Incredible John said
Mind if I join and mind if I create something a little out of character for a dark elf, say a merchant one who fled his kin when he was young.

I was hoping someone would

smarty0114 said
Name:John RiverheartRace:ElfAge:Was born 50 years ago but looks only 17.Sex:MaleSkills: (This includes cooking, magic, swordplay, stealing, etc.)John is an exceptional swordsman and is one of the greatest in his tribe. He's also very skilled with a bow and magic was taught to him by the village mage. However, his magic skills are not anything like those of an elf born in the fall. The best he can do is create a very small fireball.Appearance: (Description would work best, but a picture for examples of features is acceptable)John stands at about 6 feet and has blond hair that covers his ears. He has piercing blue eyes that many have described as looking into your soul. He has the fair skin that is common in most elves.History: (Where do you come from? Why are you in town right now? Stuff like that)John comes from a recently formed elf(well 200 years old) and was sent to town to do some diplomatic things for his tribe.

This should be interesting.

Arthas32 said
Fognar Longebeard Dwarf 37 Male Axe-wielding, Bargaining, Drinking, Brawling Born in one of the many families under The Black Mountains, Fognar lived the life of any upcoming warrior that would bring fame to his home as soon as his training was done. It was harsh, living as a dwarven soldier : long training hours, harsh commanders, a small number of short pauses. He did not like any of it but it isn't like he had a choice. Fognar was among the less obedient, and apparently less capable pupils. In truth he was not incapable of becoming a warrior, he just did not want it. He wanted a longer, quieter life, perhaps the one of a merchant. This all led to mockery and ridicule from his other peers. A they called him : The commander told him this in front of everyone else, and that remained as a nickname : . It infuriated Fognar. He wanted to prove that it was not true, that he was capable, even more capable then the best of students, and he tried, but in vain. As hard as he worked, as much as he learned in the art of warfare he remained in everyone's eyes. It nearly drove him mad. Time and time again Fognar was insulted and just as many times he kept his calm, until the evening he was deemed ready to go out of training and in to the world. His hole generation finished training that day, one at a time. In the evening everyone was to be present at the largest tavern in town, a pouch full of gold brought by every one of them. They were supposed to drink all the money they had on them and Fognar knew that not being present would lead to even more ridicule. He walked in last, after every other dwarf he knew, sat down at an unoccupied table in the corner of the large room and drank as much liquor and ale as he could off the 25 golden coins he had on him. He was never so drunk in his 20 years of life. As he was standing there quietly, drinking from his mug of ale a group of three dwarves came towards him, probably twice as drunk as he was. They were his colleagues just the day before, while they were still in training, the most annoying one was with them. He would mock Fognar any time he had the chance and he did so now aswell : As he said this he came close to Fognar and spilled hit his mug of beer, spilling it all over him : Fognar demanded : Fognar brought his axe with him, as was custom of any dwarf, to bring his weapon along anywhere he goes. All the insults, the spilled ale and the fact that he was drunk infuriated him so much that he let out all the anger that he had built in him in the years before. He grabbed his axe by it's hilt, raised it and swung for one of the dwarves neck. In an instant the dwarf was beheaded and his companions followed. That night Fognar showed everybody that he was capable enough to take down three well-trained dwarves all on his own. The bartender hit Fognar in the head with a chair before any more blood could be spilled and sent him unconscious. The following morning Fognar woke up behind bars in the town's prison, with a strong headache and a vague memory of what had happened the night before. Slowly he got up from the cold stone on which he slept and started remembering what had happened. Even though he only recalled fragments, Fognar managed to figure out why he was in prison. Murder. He knew the punishment well enough : execution. it had happened before, to his father no less, in similar circumstances. He knew he had to escape. His mouth was as dry as the air in his cell, but he managed to devise a plan. The guard that had the key to his cell was enjoying a loaf of fresh bread from the outside and a mug of ale , not far from Fognar's cell : Fognar called in the most desperate tone he could conceive : The guard responded, seemingly not caring : After giving it some thought, the guard decided it would best to get Fognar some water, just so the blame for his death wouldn't fall on his shoulders. As the guard neared the bars of the cell and handed the bowl full of water to him, Fognar grabbed his hand and pulled with all his strength. He followed up by grabbing the guards head and forcing it face-on against the metal bars. Fognar's strenght was enough to send the guard unconscious and getting the key was rather easy. Through a lot of force, some stealth and a bit of cunning Fognar managed to escape in the open world with his clothes and his axe, still bloody from the night before. Being outside Fognar headed for Theratin and began freelance mercenary work, as fighting was the only thing he knew, and was rather succesfull in it.

This is the kind of CS I have been looking for. Bravo.

I will post my CS soon

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The Roman07 said
Are the draken a type of lizard folk? If so would this pic be an acceptable cs pic?

Yes. That is acceptable.

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Evening

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Major Ursa said
3:Yeah...way too many since then...3: <(teehee)

Ah that's right! I do miss that group.

Arthas32 said
Where exactly will we start this RP ? Just so I know what to put in my CS.

We will start in Theratin City. There will be a point where, we will meet up wherever you are in the city, and even if you don't make it to this meetup (for whatever your character's reason) we will be meeting again outside the city not long after.

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Yes. Yes you do. I forget what rp it was though.

An Ouran Highschool Host Club centered RP (Title yet to be thought of)

Interest piqued

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Nice Ursa. I like it.

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The Theratin Kingdom consists of many separate lands, and many diverse races. The first king, King Kotun, was once a great hero. He, along with his army of followers, was able to unite the lands and races under a single banner. Stories were passed down after their fight. Stories that many would refuse to believe. According to these stories, there was once a brutal ruler who ravaged every race as he saw fit. Taking whatever he wanted, and slaughtering countless. Kotun was born a son of this ruler, and according to legend, the father of magic. Supposedly, he asked for the tools to take his father down and the hands of the gods themselves reached down and touched him. With his new abilities, he united the races and struck down his father. From that moment, for the last 700 years, his family has ruled the lands and kept them peaceful. Lately however, there have been rumblings from the city that the dark elves are planning to march on the capital within the next two days. There is one large problem however: the king has not mobilized any forces and no one outside the castle knows why.

Races available:

Human

King Kotun himself was human. The humans are the race currently most feared in the lands. Most other races believe them to be violent and prone to anger. Only those who have settled in the capital believe otherwise. However, they have been branded as outsiders by the own people if they have done so. Usually live for 60 years.

Elves

The elves pride themselves on their secrecy. They consist of many tribes under a central authority system. Each elf was born with a specific purpose based on the season they were born in. Those born in spring were the crafters with their usually red hair. In summer came the ones who would be the next leaders and had blonde hair. This often resulted in new tribes being made every few hundred years. When the leaves turned brown, and fall came about, their mages were born with hair just as brown. Finally, when the world was darkest and cold, the warriors were born with hair that was white. To this day few know of their training. Usually live for 1300 years.

Dwarves

The dwarves, according to them, have been split for as long as the stone remembers. Those who live in the Red Hills are traders and merchants for the most part. They are the wealthy, the rich,and the powerful amongst dwarven kind. Those who live in the Black Mountains however are the dwarves of legends. They train for years perfecting the art of war. They traditionally paint their face with the symbol of their lineage when training is complete. From then on they are pushed to the surrounding areas. Most become mercenaries, while others become criminals. However, no matter where they come from the dwarves respect the lifestyles of each other. Usually live for 70 years.

Draaken

Believed to be a thing told mostly to scare small children, the draaken are slightly shorter than your average human and are either red, green, or gold. They look like a man shaped dragon, but have speed far faster than any average human. The gold draaken however resemble man a lot more with scales being the only difference. Although many people have forgotten them, they live in the area just before the Black Mountains. Humans do not treat them with hostility, only wariness. Usually live for 80 years, but the gold ones live for 90.

Dark Elves

Dark elves are those descended from elves who left their forest brethren long ago. There have been many shades of dark elf recorded throughout history. They live in caves in the forests and rarely ever venture out during the day. As such, there is almost nothing known about them. The few who are seen live in one of the larger cities, and deserted their people before learning anything of importance. Usually live for 1200 years.

The lands:

Theratin

Theratin is the largest of the cities. It is mostly human dominated with the other races moving in to try and grab a piece of the "good life". This is where our journey begins.

Fallen Wood

Fallen Wood is the land where the dark elves rule. It lies just a few miles north of Theratin. Reports are now running wild that an army of dark elves has been seen amassing near the border.

Red Hills

To the west lie the Red Hills. The dwarves here are kind to all races. However they're really only kind if they can get some of the coin from your pocket.

Dragonmist

This is a patch of woodlands to the east where the draaken live. It is very thick forest and should be kept out of unless you have a guide. Dragonmist surrounds the Black Mountains.

Black Mountains

These mountains can only be described by their name. The very earth that makes up the mountains is black. The dwarves claim they appear that way because the ashes of their ancestors are spread across the mountains.

Forest of Gold

It is here that the elves live. Far north of their dark cousins, the many tribes here ignore much of the outside world. They only leave on their terms.

Frost Mouth

Far to the south lies this mysterious cavern. Snow stretches for a few miles in front of the mouth. A storm is constantly raging. Because of this, no one who has gone, has ever made it back.

CS

Name:
Race:
Age:
Sex:
Skills: (This includes cooking, magic, swordplay, stealing, etc.)
Appearance: (Description would work best, but a picture for examples of features is acceptable)
History: (Where do you come from? Why are you in town right now? Stuff like that)

I will post a CS after a few have been posted because I would like the perspective of different races to be shown.

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