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Andry94

(( I'm back in business, people... Perhaps I might not be as present as I once was, but I hope to be! And here I come with a brand new RP! P.S. Yes, it's slightly WoW inspired, but I'm giving you all freedom in this one. ))

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"Hear the rallying cry of your King and serve your Kingdom! All able-bodied and willing soldiers, or spellcasters, are to report to the Recruiting Office!". The city cryer's shout echoes across the whole city, as he affixes more scrolls on the walls. "Heroes or wannabe heroes, Demonologists or simple soldiers, prisoners or justicars, everybody is accepted! Do not hesitate, for glory and honor stand right in front of you!"

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The epoque is middle age, perhaps a bit late in it. Guns are present, so is crazy technology in all fields, and this is a world partially governed by magic. A huge world, connected to others, where about every kind of race and magic school is present. Many are the kingdoms and clans, many are the alliances, and many are the threats they have to face, internal or external.
You are but a person in one of those many factions. You have answered the rallying cry... But... Who are you? Are you just one of many faceless citizens in your faction? Or a future hero?

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OOC info!

This RP is partially WoW inspired - Perhaps for future maps and ideas, but I want to give total freedom to your character... Or almost. Just don't break the normal RP rules and the likes. Bad words are allowed, only IC. Don't be scared to join as anything - I can comment anything I deem wrong or overpowered. Any kind of race or class even outside WoW is allowed and welcome. "Hostile" class, for example orcs, MIGHT be welcome under a good reason. (Example: A war prisoner that wants redemption)

Remember that at the beginning you're not supposed to be uberstrong, be moderate and you'll improve in time! If this RP will be succesful you may be able to join as a far stronger person - or the same, improved one - at the next one! And that also depends on how you feel you can RP your character.

Also... If you can PLEASE avoid silly anime images! You can use them, of course, but to use your skills and imagination to describe your character and his (basic, for now) equipment would be just awesome! Any kind of hand-drawing or PC drawing is welcome. In the character sheet, you may leave information empty or to be developed during the RP. You may leave the entry empty or write a "/" .

Temporary note: We might have one space as vice-instructor avaiable, but I'd love an experienced and skilled RPer to take the place is anybody is interested. Ask me for info or whatever. This might also help to carry on the RP should I not be present for a while.
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Character Sheet

-Name:
-Last name [If your character has got any] :
-Nickname(s) [You can choose it/them now, or earn one in the RP] :
-Male/Female :
-Age [You can even just say "Young" "Old"...] :
-Race :
-Class [What your character is. A soldier? A mage?] :
-Origins [Where does he come from? Let your imagination run wild!] :
-Current Occupation :
-Previous Occupation :
-Experience [Anything your character did before?] :
-Appeareance [What he looks like] :
-Personality [How is he] :
-Equipement [It'll be BASIC for now... But feel free to choose whether you want an axe, or a sword, one-handed or two-handed, et cetera] :
-Motivation [Why did he come?] :
-Talents, qualities, strong points... :
-Weakenesses, weak points... :
-Loves and hates :
-Motto [You can make one now, or earn it in the future] :
-Anything else of note [IC or OOC]:

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My character sheet now!

-Name: Fras
-Last name [If your character has got any] : Kelingar
-Nickname(s) [You can choose it/them now, or earn one in the RP] : "Steel boot"
-Male/Female : Male
-Age [You can even just say "Young" "Old"...] : Middle-aged to old, (50+?)
-Race : Human
-Class [What your character is. A soldier? A mage?] : Soldier
-Origins [Where does he come from? Let your imagination run wild!] : Delan City, the capital of the United Eastern Human Kingdoms (Also called the Easterners), in the "Mainland" - The first planet colonized by mankind.
-Current Occupation : Instructor
-Previous Occupation : Soldier (Up to Master Sergeant)
-Experience : War Veteran, leading and training
-Appeareance [What he looks like] : He looks like a war-toughened man. The usual soldier - Tall and muscular, with short, black hair and a full black beard. Black, almost always partially closed and tired black eyes, he is quite tanned. Perhaps he can't be considered as good-looking, more like severe and slightly scary, but he's not under the line that would define men as "ugly", due to typical "tough guy" looks.
-Personality [How is he] : Permissive yet severe, he's not the best man to talk to. A man of few words when needed and a man who can put up a great speech in certain cases, yet he won't tolerate any kind of disciplinary breakout.
-Equipement [It'll be BASIC for now... But feel free to choose whether you want an axe, or a sword, one-handed or two-handed, et cetera] : A simple yet strong blue and white plate armor with a dark blue silken cloak covering his back. His large blue pauldrons and his cloak are a sign of his rank. He owns a shiny steel sword and a large rectangular white and blue shield with a red and golden lionhead on it.
-Motivation [Why did he come?] : He wishes to find new talents within this world and expand the Easterner's control in the Mainland, and who knows, perhaps in another world...
-Talents, qualities, strong points... : Fighting, of course. He can quite easily outsmart an equal or stronger opponent as the fight goes on. Also skilled in keeping morale high of soldiers during a battle.
-Weakenesses, weak points... : He is unable to be subtle. And gentle.
-Loves and hates : Loves discipline and severity, and weapons. Hates discipline breakers and orcs. Yes, orcs, unless they are disciplined and severe.
-Motto [You can make one now, or earn it in the future] : "You have to destroy your opponent, always. I don't care HOW you do it, but you -will- do it. Or your end will come by my own hand!"
-Anything else of note [IC or OOC]: /

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Screenfox

((I read this one and got the chills. This is going to be fun!))

-Name: Jack
-Last name: Torque
-Nickname: Ripper
-Male/Female: Male
-Age: He is in his early 30s
-Race: Human
-Class: Soldier
-Origins: Bandit camp charmingly named "Fort F*ck You"
-Current Occupation: Prisoner
-Previous Occupation: Bandit Gang leader of the Razors
-Experience: Yeah he is pretty experienced at killing people
-Appearance: He is a very big, very muscular guy. He wears leather pants and leather armor padding without any shirt. His boots are steel toed and he has steel spiked gloves. His hair is blood red, short and messy. His eyes are brown. He has three big long scars across his chest from some sort of big animal. He has a burn mark on his left cheek from some sort of torch.
-Personality: He is kinda a d*ck
-Equipment: A specialty of the Razors. It's a on handed weapon. It has a long club like handle. At the end is a circular saw blade facing on way and the other a axe like blade
-Motivation: So he can be set free from jail for his services
-Talents, qualities, strong points...: Killing people and things
-Weakenesses, weak points...: Being sentimental
-Loves and hates: Loves women, killing things, booze Hates good guys, soldiers, jail, and whatever it was that cut up his chest
-Motto: "You have three choices right now. P*ss off, F*ck off, or I can f*ck you up. What's it gonna be?"
-Anything else of note:

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TheQness

(( I do not have WOW but i really do fancy the universe and all that magic is epic xD))

Name: Khaine

Last name: Alyan

Nickname: Will gain one in the RP

Gender: Male

Age: About 25-30 in human years

Race: Blood Elf (If posible to take races from wow^^)

Class: Mage/Assasin (See Talents for reason)

Origins: Immediately after being born he was selected to be taught the skills of the powerfull Silverwind Assasins, though he wished to be the very best,
he did not have the necessary set skills to be further trained. When he returned to his village, he was expelled from the community.

Current occupation: A simple traveler

Previous occupation: Assasin Trainee

Experience: He was a good shot with ranged weapon such as bows and spears. Also he was thought how to use magic,
not powerfull like shooting laser beams, but rather to make smoke screens and the like.

Apperance: Being Elvish his body is thin and beautifull, his very skin is soft and does not look to be that of a fighters.
His armor is made of simple leather, nothing fancy here. His hair is long and placed in a kind of Ponytail, it's white with a tint of yellow.
Emerald green eyes sparkle in his face.

Personality: Having failed the most important thing in his life, makes him silent and not very friendly, he just wants to regain his honor.

Equipment: His set of weapons is a short bow, two long knives and a little book of which he uses to write down spells, notes and anything else he needs to know.

Motivation: He seeks to be the times greatest hero, so he might be able to return to his village of birth.

Talents, qualities, strong points...: Stealth is his primary talent, the second must be his dead eye shot. He knows about magic, but it's not his strong side.

Loves and hates: Love the cold breeze and the silent of the morning, hates the primative cultur of humans, orcs and etc.

Motto: Will gain one in the RP

Andry94

(( Allright! You both are accepted. I will put up an IC "intro" so you might post something while we wait for some more people! I'll also make an idea on how the area in which we're going to RP is...
Also, you are allowed to have your character interact with non-played characters of your own creation, for example a random recruit around, but as long as it's not something extremly relevant. You may be able to do stuff such as fights as soon as the RP starts officially. That'll depend on your character.))

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Fras Kelingar walks around the shooting range, glancing around at some of the trainee archers with a smirk on his face. Who knows, perhaps some of them will show some talent? He doesn't care, as long as they do what he assigned them. Shoot. With anything they have. They just have to shoot. And hit, of course.
Aside the shooting range, eastwards, there is a square plaza, which was the dummy training area. A rather big square with dummies of all kinds - From simple wooden dummies to magically-empowered dummies which could strike back and even dodge attacks. He glances around himself. A few soldiers are swinging their swords towards the dummies, lazily. Fras walks to one of them, and pokes his shoulder. "Trainee?". As soon as the soldier turns away, Fras sends a plated punch for his face. A strong one. The other two lazy soldiers watch the scene, fear immediatly appears on their faces. "This is a bloody training, not theater! Swing STRONGER! I want to see that dummy in tiny bits or I will make you so!". He then turns on his heels and walks away. He smirks. The three soldiers muttered something to eachother and went back to swing. This time far stronger, that could be heard a thousand yards away.

North of the dummy area is the huge barracks or dormitories. There, all the lazy recruits could sleep or just do nothing, waiting for a beatup from any instructor or supervisor. That's also where the new trainees are sent to choose a room and a bed, and keep it until they'll get away from the camp. Not like they have much choice... The rooms are all the same, with ten to twenty beds in each of them. They're quite big, but the King ordered them to be so because he doesn't want the trainees to be scared. What a pity, Fras thinks, that's what they'd need to be. Scared to death.

Right aside the barracks is the recruiting office and aside that one is the officers' dormitories. With Fras' own room. There aren't many guards today, apart the usual two sentries in front of the officer barracks' door, which salute him as soon as he walks towards the entrance. He goes to his room and sits on his comfortable chair, right in front of his desk.

There's paperwork to do today... He glances at the sheets. Hm. Two new recruits. A green-eyed elf that's a sort of ranger and mage and an assassin. Good. I'll welcome them later, Fras thinks, a wide, evil grin on his face.

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birdman16

-Name: Blaez
-Last name [If your character has got any] : Wulf
-Nickname(s) [You can choose it/them now, or earn one in the RP] :
-Male/Female : Male
-Age [You can even just say "Young" "Old"...] : Young
-Race :
-Class [What your character is. A soldier? A mage?] : Soldier
-Origins [Where does he come from? Let your imagination run wild!] : He comes from the Northern parts of the lands where it is uncommon to find wars
-Current Occupation : A soldier
-Previous Occupation : Farmer
-Experience [Anything your character did before?] : Used to be a farmer.. his father was a farmer, his father's father was a farmer.. ect... he grew up living the farmers life... although... after living the "good life" being married(no kids).. his farm was attacked by a group of bandits.. where his wife was killed... though Blaez managed to survive... after the incident, he lived a life as a monk.. after years of training with various weapons.. thoughts of his wife came about, and he thought that he would than dedicate his life to protecting others, so he had left the monks to and set journey to (current location)
-Appeareance [What he looks like] : Blaez is tanned skinned.. is about 5'9.. has long dark hair.. in a pony.. and a large scar on his chest (from bandits)
-Personality [How is he] : Is a calm person.. and has good intentions, tries to be fair and reasonable... and has strong feeling for those close to him... he goes out of the way for his friends
-Equipement [It'll be BASIC for now... But feel free to choose whether you want an axe, or a sword, one-handed or two-handed, et cetera] : Carries a small round shield on his back, and carries a hatchet and dagger hanging from his belt.. he wears typical light armor.. leather bands, gloves and leggings
-Motivation [Why did he come?] : Blaez came because after his life was killed, he felt he had nothing to live for.. and hopes to find glory and death on the battlefield which may eventually reunite him with his dead wife
-Talents, qualities, strong points... : Blaez's strong points are being quick with hands and awareness.. Blaez is also a good cook..
-Weakenesses, weak points... : Strength.. although he is fast... he is not as strong as the average soldier.. Blaez's mentaltiy is that speed beats strength
-Loves and hates : Loves to be in tune with nature, he can live a normal life and does not need luxury to satisy him... he hates those that "pick on" the weak, cowards ..andbad people
-Motto [You can make one now, or earn it in the future] :
-Anything else of note [IC or OOC]:


Blaez quickly runs in the recruiting office and steps in line behind the two "Phew.. still in time"

He looks around the room and than looks at the recruiting officer and nods

Andry94

(( Accepted, Birdman, though your character lacks a race. I'd say it's a human, though, right? ))

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The recruiter looks at Blaez after having dismissed the other two. He smiles slightly. "Welcome aboard. You'll want to go to the dormitories before somebody snatches the good beds. You'll tell me about everything later. And I hope you don't meet Instructor Kelingar... He's mean."

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Fras Kelinger keeps reading papers and scrolls on his desk, his hate for paperwork slowly surging. A new paper is delivered to him as he glances at it.
Now it's a farmer seeking vengeance, he thinks, smirking. Good, good. More flesh for the front. This one'll come in handy.

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birdman16

(Sorry, meant to say human)

Without emotion on his face he responds to the recruiter by staying silent and nodding.

Blaez knew that this was the first step closer to his purpose, to fight and die for a cause.

He than walks off to find the dormotories following any directions that helped him. After reaching the dorms, he walks in only to find soldiers and other recruits lounging around.. probably waiting for next orders or assignments he thought to himself, he than goes for the nearest bed/bunk(I duno what we are sleeping lol is this middle ages/fantasy?) and sets his equipment on the bed and takes a seat next to them, and stretches his body.

bloodyjane22345

-Name: Madison
-Last name [If your character has got any] :mockingbird
-Nickname(s) [You can choose it/them now, or earn one in the RP] : MadBird
-Male/Female : Female
-Age [You can even just say "Young" "Old"...] : young...... (she dosent share this information)
-Race : human-mage (magic user)
-Class [What your character is. A soldier? A mage?] : Mage
-Origins [Where does he come from? Let your imagination run wild!] : Madison comes from a small medieval village in the northern hemisphere, located in the freezing cold terrain of ice, her village is one that holds many travelers and merchants, twice yearly they would hold an ice festival in honor of the many great but now dead elementists that once ruled over Turnu (the village). The village itself is gand, most houses and buildings build into ice bergs or glaciars, alot of igloos can be found as well. But people also have stone houses on the ice, there is one feature that makes her village so attractive. Its the submerged white castle that stands tall against everything else, though the lower levels f the castle are submerged, people still go into the castle.
-Current Occupation : Mage
-Previous Occupation : Assasin for A.O.T (Assasins of Turnu)
-Experience [Anything your character did before?] : magic and stealth
-Appeareance [What he looks like] : Madison holds thelook of an icy godess, her skin is creamy peach and white in color, and can go from light white-peach to a peach-tan clor in minutes. It is very easy to tell when she is embarresed because her face will bcome a darker color. Her eyes are an exotic icey blue color, though unknown to most people she is mostly blind, unnable to see anything but the basic shapes of people, making her stronger in her reflex points though. She may not be able to see what you look like, bu she can see shapes. Madison is very short, about five foot three inches tall, considering her age she is very small, but that only helps her more in being stealthy and able to hide easier. She is very skinny, weighing hardly more than ninety pounds.

Madison has white-blonde hair that falls to her middle back, with blue tints to it. She mostly keeps her hair tucked into a light blue hat, or up in a messy bun. She has a slighty crooked nose though, from it being broken, and a birthmark is placed right on her cheek, and is a tan color, standing out horribly against her face. Madison mostly wears her villages native clothing, a white arctic wolf hide skirt, though she shortened it, and a white arctic wolf fur top, covering only her chest area and shoulders (her stomach is the only thing showing), holding the Turnu crest on the side(Three waves with a moon above them) and small gray seal hide mocasins with the Tarnu crest sown onto them aswell. snow rabbit fur covers her lower arms from her elbow to her wrist as somewhat protection agaisnt the harsh Tarnu cold.

A few more defining symbols are her two tattos, one of the A.O.T water dragon wrapping from her neck, to the opposite cheek of the birthmark, its head resting right below her eye, its body wrapping around her neck. The second tattoo, meaning she was once a Tarnu citizen, the crest, tattoed on both hands.
-Personality [How is he] :Madison is generally cold towards most male figures, preferring to stick to people who she understand better. She hates sexist people, or arrogant people and has some anger issues. But most of the time she can keep a calm and level headed aura. She does have some odd quirks, like the way she has to shift her eyes while talking, or the way she taps her legs when standing still. Most people think its because she is antsy, but its really a tick that makes her have to do those things. (Can I leave the rest of her personality to figure in the RP)

-Equipement [It'll be BASIC for now... But feel free to choose whether you want an axe, or a sword, one-handed or two-handed, et cetera] : Duel short swords, both made in her home land and with the crest on them, they are two handed, one blade in each hand, but dont really pack much of an attack.

-Motivation [Why did he come?] : She wanted to be free of the bring life of a simple A.O.T member, and dcidd to join a more nobler cause.
-Talents, qualities, strong points... : Stealthy, easily can hide in small places.
-Weakenesses, weak points... : being blind, being underweight and easily knocked down
-Loves and hates : Loves: Snow, rain, anything blue or white, her home town, any freedoms she is aloud, boys. Hates: Her past, her A.O.T origin, her being so short and skinny, her coordination
-Motto [You can make one now, or earn it in the future] : N/A
-Anything else of note [IC or OOC]:



Madison knew she was going to be late, but she didnt care, she let the sudden and odd warmth of the sun hit her, she was so used to the harsh cld winds of Tarnu. She probably looked very out of place here, like a white porcelen doll against a purely black background. She couldnt see anything, but she knew the smells of everything around her, and the shapes that defined them. Hesitantly she pushed open a door and found herself staring at the recruiter. She looked at his basic shape, examining his hight and build. She nodded.

"Madison mockingbird reporting"
She said simply, etting out a simple yawn as she held he seal skin rucksack over her shoulder. Waiting for his reply.

(I will delete this if not accepted, but anyways, I have a fair warning, I may not spell everything correctly, but I do make long posts over time, and I do not get on this site often enough to update evryday.)

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Andry94

(( @ Bloodyjane: Worry not about activity and spelling! I really prefer some initiative and good will and fantasy over that. I've been bad myself so... And I really liked your char! Accepted
@ Birdman: Yes, middle age fantasy... We could say 1400-1500, I guess. Fantasy, ofc. Remember that.))

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The recruiter gazes at Madison after having dismissed yet another recruit. His bored face disappears all of a sudden as he glances at the newcomer. He's obviously not used to this kind of people as he answers her. "W-welcome... Just leave your identity scroll here... And you're free to go to the dormitories... The women's part is on the left. Just get inside the big building, and then go right until you find a big door."
As soon as she walks away, he grabs a scroll from his desk and affixes it outside the main gate, that divides the training camp from the city. It says: <You joined late? Worry not! We accept recruits anytime! Just rush in the recruitement office and avoid the instructors...>

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Kelingar looks at yet another paper sheet that arrived to him just a little ago. A woman, he thinks, about time. Nowadays it only seems to be men, and not even good ones. Wannabe heroes, farmers, thugs.... He smirks. Time to meet them all... And especially those four.
He gets up from his chair and walks to his balcony. In a strategic position, it faces all of the training square and partially the dormitories, so that his voice can be heard everywhere.
"Allright, lads and lasses, wherever you are, you got five minutes to get to the middle of the training square", he shouts. "Get even ten seconds late and we're not going to agree from the beginning!"
He pauses for a moment. "And I want to see you in lines of five! If one line has got five people don't go aside it, but behind it!"

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A few of the recruits around rush from the dormitories and the nearby training or shooting areas to form said line. Two columns are already made, and the people, at ease, begin to talk friendly, introducing themselves, speaking about the men or women of the training camp, or telling jokes aobut them and taking a laugh.

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bloodyjane22345

Madison nodded, shifting her eyes as she walked from the office, as soon as she reached the dorms she heard announcment, placing her rucksack on a random bed she stalked off, leavingte dom with a look of annoyance plain on her face. She huffed in annoyance, not being used to the long hours of the day in this region of the world. She cursed as she made her way to the training square. As she arrived she made her presence unnoticed as she slipped into one of the lines that didnt have five in it already. She grimaced at the laughing and joking people, she hadnt been happy or carefree since she was a little girl, she guessed being an A.O.T member was what made her like that.

Though she couldnt see she could feel the happiness bouncing off of these people. Probably all wannabe heros trying to be thier homes heros. Well, that was the only reason Madison didnt want to be there, she didnt want to be a wannabe hero, she just wanted to make up for all of the deaths she caused back in Tarnu. All the people she killed just for a simple job, she touched her neck, tracing the dragon that spiraled up it, ending beneath her bright blue blind eyes. Most people wouldnt even notice she was blind, and she planned to keep it that way.

Without noticing it she realized everybody around her was significantly taller than her, she cursed, great more tall people, why am I the only kid sized person hee her mind traveled away for a moment at te fact of why she was so short. Nobody knew her real age, and she kept it hat way, though most people she met would say she was still a young child, she was indeed older than most would think, it had just been a helping disguise to be so short, and that had been what had let her escape from the A.O.T so easily.

Closing her eyes she let out another yawn, crossing he arms and leaning on her right side. Not caring wether or not she looked like an outcast, she didnt need anyones approval. Approval was just another word that people usd to make others feel bad, and Madison didnt feel like stepping into the world of approval just yet, escpecially when she was still not used to being around non-assasins.

"When are we going to get this show on the road, im not standing here all day for nothing"
She cursed loudly, knowing someone was bound to hear her.

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