Post by alaskan on Feb 16, 2012 20:12:00 GMT -5
OOC
IGN:Alaskan
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:played an rp server on World of warcraft and minecraft (RealmCraft)
Why Us:Been looking for a good RP server
Time You Can Dedicate: 4 hours at least on weekdays 6 on weekends
IC
Name: Erik Vandrik
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Broad shoulders, thick neck, barrel chested, thick arms and legs, and stands about 5'10''. Brown hair, green eyes, and a shaved beard, but there is a 5 o'clock)
Fears: Large cities since living in the country he isn't use to large crowds, caves he fears the dark and spiders, and lightning because of the loud noise and the bright flash.
Personality: Very abrasive, insults people he doesn't know, but in a joking manner he really is quite kind to his loved ones. When comes to jokes he is clueless.
Occupation: Lumberjack, farm hand, hunter
Skills: Chopping wood, gathering food, tending to livestock, fixing anything that is in disarray. Some archer skill, informal sword skill(wasn't trained properly)
Nickname (Optional): Erik
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
As Erik fulls his sheepskin sac with supplies Herald walks into the bunk house to say his goodbyes. -Herald: You been a faithful friend these past three years. -Erik: I like I might miss this place. -Herald: Really now? I bet you are going to miss the Farmer's daughter. Looking at Erik with a devilish grin -Erik: You found out about that! -Herald: Hush your voice, I only kid. Erik searches the bunk house
-Erik: Where is my axe? -Herald: You left over here. Herald walks to the bunks and pulls a iron axe from under the bunk. -Herald: Here. -Erik: Thanks my friend. -Herald:This means you are off. -Erik: Yes, may you have a long life. -Herald: My Talos guide you. They embrace each other like brothers do.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
As a boy Erik was raised to be a tuned to the wilderness. His father Deven Vandrik was a an accomplished hunter, meaning they never went hungry during a winter. Erik was taught to fend for himself in the wild. His mother Sandra Lonvi was a kind loving woman. She took care of the house while the they were away hunting. Deven taught Erik how to string a bow, skin all sorts of animals, and most important how to swing an axe.
At the age of ten Erik was told to survive for a year. So, he ventured forth into the wild. With only a sac of supplies and the knowledge his father shared with him. He walked for days in the wild killing sheep and wild boar for nourishment. Once he found a proper spot on the side of a cliff over looking a bay. There he lived for the next year. When he returned to his parents he was a man.
Five years later he became a great hunter. He even out did his father. His father would bring two sheep back, Erik would bring back four. He out shined his father in every way. Finally Erik left home to seek new opportunities...
IGN:Alaskan
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:played an rp server on World of warcraft and minecraft (RealmCraft)
Why Us:Been looking for a good RP server
Time You Can Dedicate: 4 hours at least on weekdays 6 on weekends
IC
Name: Erik Vandrik
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Broad shoulders, thick neck, barrel chested, thick arms and legs, and stands about 5'10''. Brown hair, green eyes, and a shaved beard, but there is a 5 o'clock)
Fears: Large cities since living in the country he isn't use to large crowds, caves he fears the dark and spiders, and lightning because of the loud noise and the bright flash.
Personality: Very abrasive, insults people he doesn't know, but in a joking manner he really is quite kind to his loved ones. When comes to jokes he is clueless.
Occupation: Lumberjack, farm hand, hunter
Skills: Chopping wood, gathering food, tending to livestock, fixing anything that is in disarray. Some archer skill, informal sword skill(wasn't trained properly)
Nickname (Optional): Erik
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
As Erik fulls his sheepskin sac with supplies Herald walks into the bunk house to say his goodbyes. -Herald: You been a faithful friend these past three years. -Erik: I like I might miss this place. -Herald: Really now? I bet you are going to miss the Farmer's daughter. Looking at Erik with a devilish grin -Erik: You found out about that! -Herald: Hush your voice, I only kid. Erik searches the bunk house
-Erik: Where is my axe? -Herald: You left over here. Herald walks to the bunks and pulls a iron axe from under the bunk. -Herald: Here. -Erik: Thanks my friend. -Herald:This means you are off. -Erik: Yes, may you have a long life. -Herald: My Talos guide you. They embrace each other like brothers do.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
As a boy Erik was raised to be a tuned to the wilderness. His father Deven Vandrik was a an accomplished hunter, meaning they never went hungry during a winter. Erik was taught to fend for himself in the wild. His mother Sandra Lonvi was a kind loving woman. She took care of the house while the they were away hunting. Deven taught Erik how to string a bow, skin all sorts of animals, and most important how to swing an axe.
At the age of ten Erik was told to survive for a year. So, he ventured forth into the wild. With only a sac of supplies and the knowledge his father shared with him. He walked for days in the wild killing sheep and wild boar for nourishment. Once he found a proper spot on the side of a cliff over looking a bay. There he lived for the next year. When he returned to his parents he was a man.
Five years later he became a great hunter. He even out did his father. His father would bring two sheep back, Erik would bring back four. He out shined his father in every way. Finally Erik left home to seek new opportunities...
