Post by pug on Dec 19, 2011 16:41:03 GMT -5
OOC
IGN: Iceshot1000
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: 3+ Years
Why Us: I love Skyrim, and I love Colb's servers.
Time You Can Dedicate: A lot.
IC
Name: Ventus the Snake
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Long black hair, with a silver headband, a fine goatee, piercing blue eyes, clad in light ornate blue painted armor with a long silken blue cape.
Fears: The Dark.
Personality: Not very optimistic, extremely humorous, bloodthirsty, loves to fight, loves to help, loves the open scenery, friendly, and is an avid marksman. He has countless friends, and countless nicknames because of them, his favorite being on a ship with his mates, and him being called "Poopdeck."
Occupation: Adventurer!
Skills: Marksman, Woodsman, Very Agile, Good in close combat, and is a very good alchemist.
Nickname (Optional): "Poopdeck"
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As the steady frigate sails miles into the wide blue ocean, with only a few ornate lanterns filling the light of the boat, Ventus and his drunken maties decide it's time to have some fun.
"Wh... Why are you on the poopdeck, Ventus?"
*His drunken mate swigs a sip of ale.*
"I feel like I'm on the edge of the world!" As his insane friend climbs up twenty feet of the riggings and stands at the top of the mast.
*He falls with a thud onto the ground, but nobody gasped, but just laughed due to how bombed they were.*
*He struggles to maintain balance, only to see he broke his leg.*
"Y'know what Ventus, y-your now gonna be called "Poopdeck," because of the time you have spent on that..."
*His friend falls over due to a large shock of water smashing against the boat.*
Ventus:"Oh, shit... Guys, I did tell you not to be out here this late."
*A mighty storm then tears the boat apart, with the crew and Ventus on a small rowboat, holding for dear life.*
*Days later, after surviving on raw fish and eating their insides and draining their lungs for water, they finally hit home, rough and tough, and extremely tired..."
"Poopdeck!"
*Everyone laughs.*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): A hardy, exploration loving adventurer, Ventus the Snake was born in a small cabin in a forest outside of Dawnstar. He lived a hard life, supplying food and protection for his family, since ten, he learned the basic jacks of trade. He learned to do almost anything, but some of which he didn't do so well at. He then grew up, and around fifteen, he began to explore the world. Sometimes good, sometimes evil, he would steal from others, or even return stolen goods. Ventus has fought alongside few soldiers in defending Dawnstar from a large group of bandits, and was almost killed doing so. For his bravery, he was given a silver headband and beautiful ornate armor, in which he wears to this very day. After that event, he moved onto running across the world, hoping for treasures, stories, money, and power. He met some very interesting people on the way, and have learned some valuable skills. For around two years, he and a group of the cat-like race known as Khajits, crafted the illegal euphoric drug "skooma." He was almost caught, but jumped a cart on the way of heading to Skyrim. Since then, he's been around Skyrim, stealing, or helping, ever since. A couple torn muscles and broken bones won't keep Ventus from doing what he does best, and that is adventuring.
IGN: Iceshot1000
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: 3+ Years
Why Us: I love Skyrim, and I love Colb's servers.
Time You Can Dedicate: A lot.
IC
Name: Ventus the Snake
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Long black hair, with a silver headband, a fine goatee, piercing blue eyes, clad in light ornate blue painted armor with a long silken blue cape.
Fears: The Dark.
Personality: Not very optimistic, extremely humorous, bloodthirsty, loves to fight, loves to help, loves the open scenery, friendly, and is an avid marksman. He has countless friends, and countless nicknames because of them, his favorite being on a ship with his mates, and him being called "Poopdeck."
Occupation: Adventurer!
Skills: Marksman, Woodsman, Very Agile, Good in close combat, and is a very good alchemist.
Nickname (Optional): "Poopdeck"
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As the steady frigate sails miles into the wide blue ocean, with only a few ornate lanterns filling the light of the boat, Ventus and his drunken maties decide it's time to have some fun.
"Wh... Why are you on the poopdeck, Ventus?"
*His drunken mate swigs a sip of ale.*
"I feel like I'm on the edge of the world!" As his insane friend climbs up twenty feet of the riggings and stands at the top of the mast.
*He falls with a thud onto the ground, but nobody gasped, but just laughed due to how bombed they were.*
*He struggles to maintain balance, only to see he broke his leg.*
"Y'know what Ventus, y-your now gonna be called "Poopdeck," because of the time you have spent on that..."
*His friend falls over due to a large shock of water smashing against the boat.*
Ventus:"Oh, shit... Guys, I did tell you not to be out here this late."
*A mighty storm then tears the boat apart, with the crew and Ventus on a small rowboat, holding for dear life.*
*Days later, after surviving on raw fish and eating their insides and draining their lungs for water, they finally hit home, rough and tough, and extremely tired..."
"Poopdeck!"
*Everyone laughs.*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): A hardy, exploration loving adventurer, Ventus the Snake was born in a small cabin in a forest outside of Dawnstar. He lived a hard life, supplying food and protection for his family, since ten, he learned the basic jacks of trade. He learned to do almost anything, but some of which he didn't do so well at. He then grew up, and around fifteen, he began to explore the world. Sometimes good, sometimes evil, he would steal from others, or even return stolen goods. Ventus has fought alongside few soldiers in defending Dawnstar from a large group of bandits, and was almost killed doing so. For his bravery, he was given a silver headband and beautiful ornate armor, in which he wears to this very day. After that event, he moved onto running across the world, hoping for treasures, stories, money, and power. He met some very interesting people on the way, and have learned some valuable skills. For around two years, he and a group of the cat-like race known as Khajits, crafted the illegal euphoric drug "skooma." He was almost caught, but jumped a cart on the way of heading to Skyrim. Since then, he's been around Skyrim, stealing, or helping, ever since. A couple torn muscles and broken bones won't keep Ventus from doing what he does best, and that is adventuring.
