Post by kacperkiewicz on Dec 31, 2011 19:49:48 GMT -5
OOC
IGN: Kacperkiewicz
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: medium
Why Us: Because I'm playin skyrim
Time You Can Dedicate: 4-5 hours
IC
Name:L Renmail Bythky
Race: Bosmer
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: He is slim, wearing long bow and leather armor. His eyes are brown.
Fears:
Personality:Brave, fast archer.
Occupation:Archer
Skills:Skilled with a bow, stealthily he shoots.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):As he steps through the wood, he catches sight of his prey. Jalry Stype sat by a camp fire in the middle of a wood, how unfourtunate. Somewhere that no one would here his screams of pain, though Elyman. Slowly he tighed his grip around his bow and strung and arrow. He loosed, and with tremendous speed it dove through the air. It hit it's target with a soft clunk, right in the back of his head. Slowly Elyman wlked forward in the camp site. He removed the arrow and claem it on his victim's tunic. He picked up the body and brought it throught the foliage to his wagon, and threw it in the back.
As he returned to his home town, he removed the cover from the wagon and called to the people.
"My freinds, have no fear! The traitor is now dead!", he shouted.
He was met with amense applause at he ordered several barrels of ale and mead in celebration of his victory.
His wife came from out of their home with a pained look on her face.
"What is wrong my dear", said Elyman suprised.
"Its mother, she is in great pain. A wolf attacted her while we were out picking berries", she said in a shaken voice.
They rushed inside to her mother and he examied her.
"The wound is not deep, but it could still prove fatal if she does not seek help soon. We need to find medical attention, and quick."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Raised in a small house outside of Whiterun, Elyman was allways a love child, even in the elder days. He lived a great amount of years, and was loved for all of them. He grew to be a great hunter, skilled with the bow from a very young age. After his 15th birthday, his father took his out hunting far from the town, on a journey that would last serveral days to get to the location of which they would set camp. During the days of treking through woods and mountainous areas, he lurned a great deal from his father about the ways of the beasts that they were to hunt. They took with them little bagage, enough food for the road, and pots and pans to cook in. They talked all the time, discussing hunting stratagies, and the way they liked to cook their meat.
While they walked a dragon came a destroyed their home. It was passing on the way to another mountain. The house house was left as a charred skeleton of a home. Inside were the bodies of Elyman's family.
A week later Elyman and his father returned home to find the destruction. Elyman cried in anger and sorrow at the sight of his mother and sister. His father pulled him away and said they should make for Whitehold. But it was near the middle of winter, and one night as they made camp under some trees, his father was crushed under a falling tree, of which Elyman barely survived. He was filled with anger and decided that he would not go to whiterun, and instead made out for Riverwood. When he arived he told the Jarl what had happened to his home, and warned them that the dragons were no mith, and that they could strike at any time. They called him a fool, a mad man, and bid him good day. He walked away from them in anguish, and sought out to prove that the dragons were back, and this is his tale.
IGN: Kacperkiewicz
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: medium
Why Us: Because I'm playin skyrim
Time You Can Dedicate: 4-5 hours
IC
Name:L Renmail Bythky
Race: Bosmer
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: He is slim, wearing long bow and leather armor. His eyes are brown.
Fears:
Personality:Brave, fast archer.
Occupation:Archer
Skills:Skilled with a bow, stealthily he shoots.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):As he steps through the wood, he catches sight of his prey. Jalry Stype sat by a camp fire in the middle of a wood, how unfourtunate. Somewhere that no one would here his screams of pain, though Elyman. Slowly he tighed his grip around his bow and strung and arrow. He loosed, and with tremendous speed it dove through the air. It hit it's target with a soft clunk, right in the back of his head. Slowly Elyman wlked forward in the camp site. He removed the arrow and claem it on his victim's tunic. He picked up the body and brought it throught the foliage to his wagon, and threw it in the back.
As he returned to his home town, he removed the cover from the wagon and called to the people.
"My freinds, have no fear! The traitor is now dead!", he shouted.
He was met with amense applause at he ordered several barrels of ale and mead in celebration of his victory.
His wife came from out of their home with a pained look on her face.
"What is wrong my dear", said Elyman suprised.
"Its mother, she is in great pain. A wolf attacted her while we were out picking berries", she said in a shaken voice.
They rushed inside to her mother and he examied her.
"The wound is not deep, but it could still prove fatal if she does not seek help soon. We need to find medical attention, and quick."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Raised in a small house outside of Whiterun, Elyman was allways a love child, even in the elder days. He lived a great amount of years, and was loved for all of them. He grew to be a great hunter, skilled with the bow from a very young age. After his 15th birthday, his father took his out hunting far from the town, on a journey that would last serveral days to get to the location of which they would set camp. During the days of treking through woods and mountainous areas, he lurned a great deal from his father about the ways of the beasts that they were to hunt. They took with them little bagage, enough food for the road, and pots and pans to cook in. They talked all the time, discussing hunting stratagies, and the way they liked to cook their meat.
While they walked a dragon came a destroyed their home. It was passing on the way to another mountain. The house house was left as a charred skeleton of a home. Inside were the bodies of Elyman's family.
A week later Elyman and his father returned home to find the destruction. Elyman cried in anger and sorrow at the sight of his mother and sister. His father pulled him away and said they should make for Whitehold. But it was near the middle of winter, and one night as they made camp under some trees, his father was crushed under a falling tree, of which Elyman barely survived. He was filled with anger and decided that he would not go to whiterun, and instead made out for Riverwood. When he arived he told the Jarl what had happened to his home, and warned them that the dragons were no mith, and that they could strike at any time. They called him a fool, a mad man, and bid him good day. He walked away from them in anguish, and sought out to prove that the dragons were back, and this is his tale.