Post by zorinth on Jan 17, 2012 18:19:52 GMT -5
OOC
IGN: Riptide499
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:I used to play on Fallout:WNC and i also played on Herocraft, and little time on this server before it switched hosts, and i was stripped of my Trial mod powers, and un whitelisted, because i was accused of spawning items.
Why Us:I want to re-join, and i loved this when it was spreading.
Time You Can Dedicate:A few hours a day.
IC
Name:Zorinth
Race:Wood Elf
Gender:Male
Age:13
Appearance:Tall, thin and athletic, blonde hair, earthy hazel eyes, light tan skin, freckled nose, birth mark on the bottom of my right leg, scars up and down my arms, just barely visible, but only up close.
Fears:Fire, Dragons, Swords, Guards, Death
Personality:Curious, Energetic, Adventuris, Caring, Helpful
Occupation:Craftsman, Potion Brewer, Enchanter
Skills:Climbing, swimming,crafting, dodging,balance bearing,animal whispering
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):As I walked down the path to the market, i ran into some children, kicking an inflated deer bladder, sealed by a thick sticky paste, from the marrow of an orc,when an angry mean child came up and threw the bladder into the air, and it landed in a tree." Mister, can you please, get our toy out of the tree, that bully threw it in the tree," said one of the children."Sure, I can spare a few moments," I replied.Then we heard the horn, 3 long deep blast, signaling the return of our scout groups return. Then, the best thing happened, the love of my life ran up, on her horse and invited me to the council dinner, i graciously replied.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):When i was a little child, i always traveled with my parents to the marketplace. When i saw all the elegant walking staffs, the ornate bowls and chalices that came all the way from the capitol of the High Elf's.I asked my parents if I could get one of the walking sticks, because i could use it to help me climb, they replied with a yes. I studied the way the stick was carved, it looked as if they had cut it with fire, and then i thought about it, and remembered that you can carve the stick with a searing hot blade, to make it shaded. After that day i worked as a craftsman, and then, i learned how to mix potions into the stick. I remembered that one day thieves came into my shop, and i beat them with a staff that had been infused with a potion that makes you heavy like iron, perfect for climbing through the wind, and they were never seen stealing again.When i was told that i was a great weapons smith, i told them that it was just walking sticks that i made, and they thought I had lied when i told them of the story, but i showed them the staff, still heavy as ever. I moved out to the Forest, when I was done making staffs, and i live with my wife, who's eyesight is as keen as a hawks. I still visit into that town, where i met the kids, lived my life, and i still hold the best staff shop in the whole village.
When i visit the town, i smell the aromas of the bakery, baking the sweetest wild bee honey muffins ever. I once meet a high elf, that had traveld to the Nords that lived from the higher region of the continent, neighboring the islands.He even visited the mystical Kajhit, and the beautiful castles, built by the humans, so "advanced". I once left, with my wife to visit one of the leaders of the High Elfs, and he offered me riches, and a spot on his council, but i turned him down, for i wanted to live the days out, in my home, where i would hopefully train my children, that i have yet to have.
IGN: Riptide499
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:I used to play on Fallout:WNC and i also played on Herocraft, and little time on this server before it switched hosts, and i was stripped of my Trial mod powers, and un whitelisted, because i was accused of spawning items.
Why Us:I want to re-join, and i loved this when it was spreading.
Time You Can Dedicate:A few hours a day.
IC
Name:Zorinth
Race:Wood Elf
Gender:Male
Age:13
Appearance:Tall, thin and athletic, blonde hair, earthy hazel eyes, light tan skin, freckled nose, birth mark on the bottom of my right leg, scars up and down my arms, just barely visible, but only up close.
Fears:Fire, Dragons, Swords, Guards, Death
Personality:Curious, Energetic, Adventuris, Caring, Helpful
Occupation:Craftsman, Potion Brewer, Enchanter
Skills:Climbing, swimming,crafting, dodging,balance bearing,animal whispering
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):As I walked down the path to the market, i ran into some children, kicking an inflated deer bladder, sealed by a thick sticky paste, from the marrow of an orc,when an angry mean child came up and threw the bladder into the air, and it landed in a tree." Mister, can you please, get our toy out of the tree, that bully threw it in the tree," said one of the children."Sure, I can spare a few moments," I replied.Then we heard the horn, 3 long deep blast, signaling the return of our scout groups return. Then, the best thing happened, the love of my life ran up, on her horse and invited me to the council dinner, i graciously replied.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):When i was a little child, i always traveled with my parents to the marketplace. When i saw all the elegant walking staffs, the ornate bowls and chalices that came all the way from the capitol of the High Elf's.I asked my parents if I could get one of the walking sticks, because i could use it to help me climb, they replied with a yes. I studied the way the stick was carved, it looked as if they had cut it with fire, and then i thought about it, and remembered that you can carve the stick with a searing hot blade, to make it shaded. After that day i worked as a craftsman, and then, i learned how to mix potions into the stick. I remembered that one day thieves came into my shop, and i beat them with a staff that had been infused with a potion that makes you heavy like iron, perfect for climbing through the wind, and they were never seen stealing again.When i was told that i was a great weapons smith, i told them that it was just walking sticks that i made, and they thought I had lied when i told them of the story, but i showed them the staff, still heavy as ever. I moved out to the Forest, when I was done making staffs, and i live with my wife, who's eyesight is as keen as a hawks. I still visit into that town, where i met the kids, lived my life, and i still hold the best staff shop in the whole village.
When i visit the town, i smell the aromas of the bakery, baking the sweetest wild bee honey muffins ever. I once meet a high elf, that had traveld to the Nords that lived from the higher region of the continent, neighboring the islands.He even visited the mystical Kajhit, and the beautiful castles, built by the humans, so "advanced". I once left, with my wife to visit one of the leaders of the High Elfs, and he offered me riches, and a spot on his council, but i turned him down, for i wanted to live the days out, in my home, where i would hopefully train my children, that i have yet to have.
