Post by swiftninja420 on Jan 16, 2012 1:46:23 GMT -5
IGN:SwiftNinja420
Age:15
Roleplay Exp.:A Lot
Why Us?: Because Skyrim is such an amazing game and I love to roleplay.
Time You Can Dedicate: At least maybe 5-6 hours a day.(I spend a lot of time on Minecraft.)
IC
Name:Roland Frosthammer
Race:Nord
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance:Long Blondish-Brownish Hair,A braided goatee,Scar Under eye,Silver shaded Tunic.
Fears:Nothing (As he says)
Personality:Trustworthy,Kind
Occupation:Takes on all jobs
Skills:Combat,Archery,Magic
RP Example: -Journal- I was In the forest with my friends because we had decided to go camping. So we went out into the forest Next to Whiterun. As soon as we had got into the forest we were confrunted by Bandits. So we had to fight, we had been hoping we didnt have to fight. So we we got done fighting the Bandits, we moved on and my friend Uri came to me and said,
-Uri- "I think I heard a noise Roland."
-Roland- "Lets just go."
I should have listened to him, but I didnt. I paid the worst consoquence ever that day...
Backstory:
I was born in Helgen, raised by only my father. My mother had died when I was 9 of an unknown disease. My father and I were the only ones in the house so it was very quiet, so when ever one of us talked it was awkward. When I turned 12 my father tought me how to use a bow. I turned out to be very good at it. He use to tell me that one day I would be the best archer ever, but that would never happen.
When I turned 14 I was getting better at archery. But then my uncle came to Helgen to teach me how to wield a sword. I wasnt as good with it as I was at using a bow. But my uncle told me that I would get better. He was right, by the time I was 15 I got really great at using the sword and the bow. So me and my father went to go camping to celebrate me getting good with weapons.
Then suddenlly we heard people in the woods, no dought they were bandits. As soon as we heard that we took out our swords and got ready to fight. Then we were surrounded from left to right. I knew I had to do somthing and do it quick. I didnt want to be alone. So I started swinging at them as fast as I could. And as soon as I stopped, they were all dead. My dad was amazed and was excited to see his boy become a man. When we got back to Helgen I got a job of being a blacksmith in Riverwood. So I used that job to make myself armour and weapons.
So one day when I turned 20 years old I came back from work and went back to Helgen. When I got there I spent some time with my father. Then the next day we were attacked by Orks. Many people were fleeing and some people died. I went into my fathers closet and grabbed his Ancient Nord Bow and tried to fight them off. But I couldnt so I jumped on a horse and fled to Roriksted and never looked back.
Age:15
Roleplay Exp.:A Lot
Why Us?: Because Skyrim is such an amazing game and I love to roleplay.
Time You Can Dedicate: At least maybe 5-6 hours a day.(I spend a lot of time on Minecraft.)
IC
Name:Roland Frosthammer
Race:Nord
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance:Long Blondish-Brownish Hair,A braided goatee,Scar Under eye,Silver shaded Tunic.
Fears:Nothing (As he says)
Personality:Trustworthy,Kind
Occupation:Takes on all jobs
Skills:Combat,Archery,Magic
RP Example: -Journal- I was In the forest with my friends because we had decided to go camping. So we went out into the forest Next to Whiterun. As soon as we had got into the forest we were confrunted by Bandits. So we had to fight, we had been hoping we didnt have to fight. So we we got done fighting the Bandits, we moved on and my friend Uri came to me and said,
-Uri- "I think I heard a noise Roland."
-Roland- "Lets just go."
I should have listened to him, but I didnt. I paid the worst consoquence ever that day...
Backstory:
I was born in Helgen, raised by only my father. My mother had died when I was 9 of an unknown disease. My father and I were the only ones in the house so it was very quiet, so when ever one of us talked it was awkward. When I turned 12 my father tought me how to use a bow. I turned out to be very good at it. He use to tell me that one day I would be the best archer ever, but that would never happen.
When I turned 14 I was getting better at archery. But then my uncle came to Helgen to teach me how to wield a sword. I wasnt as good with it as I was at using a bow. But my uncle told me that I would get better. He was right, by the time I was 15 I got really great at using the sword and the bow. So me and my father went to go camping to celebrate me getting good with weapons.
Then suddenlly we heard people in the woods, no dought they were bandits. As soon as we heard that we took out our swords and got ready to fight. Then we were surrounded from left to right. I knew I had to do somthing and do it quick. I didnt want to be alone. So I started swinging at them as fast as I could. And as soon as I stopped, they were all dead. My dad was amazed and was excited to see his boy become a man. When we got back to Helgen I got a job of being a blacksmith in Riverwood. So I used that job to make myself armour and weapons.
So one day when I turned 20 years old I came back from work and went back to Helgen. When I got there I spent some time with my father. Then the next day we were attacked by Orks. Many people were fleeing and some people died. I went into my fathers closet and grabbed his Ancient Nord Bow and tried to fight them off. But I couldnt so I jumped on a horse and fled to Roriksted and never looked back.
