Post by Lord Eorrsk on Apr 8, 2013 0:58:06 GMT -5
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Player:Eorrsk, also known as Zurth
Character
Name: Eorrsk Sapreal
Age: 34
Gender: Male
King/Queendom: Alavia
Appearance: Eorrsk is very well known for his special armor. His helmet is well renowned and one of a kind. It consists of two downward aiming spikes, the rest of his armor is very bland and average. Although his boots are known to grant him 6 inches. Armorless he stands around the 4' 8" mark. Despite his small size he has seen his fair share of combat, with the native wildlife of the region. His body and face are scarred, and commonly hidden behind his armor.
Basic Personality: Eorrsk likes to call himself the voice of reason, as he rarely speaks. Most of his time is spent nodding, or listening. He likes to do his best to stay out of politics as he isn't the greatest at talking to people.
Likes: Morning Dew, Smell of Rain, His Spear, named Gae Bolg
Dislikes: The Sun, Formal Clothing, Politics
Stats:
Strength: 15
Agility: 12
Constitution: 11
Stamina: 13
Intelligence: 14
Charisma: 9
RP Sample:
The rain fell hard and fast. Clinking and reflecting off of Eorrsk's bloody armor. The adrenaline of combat was almost all he lived for, with spear in hand he felt as if almost untouchable. He crouched into a low and ready position, with his spear pointed to his enemy he prepared himself for what would come next. Kill or be killed, that was it had come down to. Pushing his hind foot off the ground he began to run to his enemy. The mud was almost too thick to run in, but he managed to keep going. With Eorrsk's head down he lifted it to watch the piercing of his enemies armor. The crunching of steel made a noise he almost enjoyed too much. With his opponent falling to his knees, Eorrsk slowly pulled out his spear. Placing the end in the pit of mud and looking upon his fallen enemy. Eorrsk kneeled down to speak to the fallen man. "May the Gods guide you home."
If you want another sample here's an old one where I played a Reptilian with a problem with his S's
Zurth smiled, and enjoyed a good conversation here and there. "I am sssssssure, pleassssssssssse keep you ssssssspot, I am in no russsssssh, asssssssssss i ssssssssssssssaid." He gave another cheerful smile. "I am not aware of your cussssssstom, but my people have there own cusssstom assssssss well, We must keep our honor, and dignity, and not take anything free. Sssssssso pleassssssse keep your ssssssspot." Zurth saw that these two would get nowhere.
"I am indeed from War, but itsssss not all thatssssssssssss in my job dessssssscription." Zurth took a bow. "I am Zurth Ssssssaper, Mercenary for hire." He gave a smile, and looked at his armor. "I take it my armor gave away my professssssion."
And if you want my longest RP sample I got one of those too xD It was more DnD than anything else I did.
T.G. walked through England looking for something to eat. An Orge or maybe a wonderful Dragon. The meat on the Dragon was tender and tasty when cooked just right. The open fire would give it a tender taste when with rice it would taste even better. T.G. looked around a corner at a fox. He slowly took out his Orge Sword that was double sided and bladed. T.G. jumped at the fox. The fox saw him coming and took off running. T.G. stopped and watched the fox dash off.
"I'll never catch a Fox with this." T.G. put his Orge Sword in the ground and yawned. "Guess I better head home before it gets too dark." T.G. grabbed his orge sword and headed home noticing every animal run from him. The Guardian kept his path heading back to his home in the biggest broadest tree. His home was high the keep him safe from anything dangerous, and the branches helped protect him from dragon's that fly high across the trees and lakes.
T.G. Decided to stop dazing off of how good his home was at keeping hidden. T.G. saw a young orge, and he took a turn to determine it was a Orge, and not something else. A young Orge had nothing useful T.G. could use. The teeth weren't very sharp. So he couldn't make a hunting spear.
The Guardian eventually reached his house, and skillfully got up the tree in a matter of minutes. He set his Orge Sword in it's case, and laid on his leaf covered bed. He slowly began to wonder if there were other humans here or if it was just him and every creature in the world. He fell asleep thinking of the thought of him being alone with unknown creatures, and with that thought of those other creatures he thought of food.
Food was usually the least of his worries. T.G. stood up and walked towards the Bamboo kitchen to grab something to eat. He first looked at his fruit tree, and picked an apple. After he ate the apple he took out the seeds and placed them in a red silky jewelry box. He took yet another deep yawn and headed to sleep. He needed the energy for his hunt tomorrow. T.G. laid in his bed and slowly began to drift asleep.
The sun shined into T.G.'s eyes, he slowly opened his left eye and looked around. No one. T.G. stood up and looked out his bamboo window. Yet again no one. He was alone again. T.G. grabbed his Orge Sword and headed down his tree. As The Guardian made his way down the tree he thought he had saw another human. T.G. ran to what looked to be another living for that could speak.
"Hello?" When he got close enough it ended up being a new tree. "When was this put here?" T.G. rubbed his chin and cut ht e tree down, with a few swings with his Orge Sword. "No tree is to grow this close to my home." T.G. walked off to find a worthy breakfast. Hopefully he would get something tasty, and declious. After about 2 and a half hours of walking North-East he decided he would walk North-West.
Eventually The Guardian stopped at a Orge Nest. "This is a BIG nest." T.G. walked through the nest looking at the eggs, and the branches. "Wow these guys don't waste anything...and to think that these Orge's were wasteful and annoying..." T.G. gave a quick smile as he heard an party of orge's make there way back to there nest.
The Guardian thought fast as he ran into a near by tree and watched the Orge's walk back into there nest. As the orge's fed on there fresh pray T.G. watched them, as they slowly started to sniff him out. The Guardian smiled as he jumped down and swung his blade on the Orge's.[/size]
Secret Code -------editted by admin
Player:Eorrsk, also known as Zurth
Character
Name: Eorrsk Sapreal
Age: 34
Gender: Male
King/Queendom: Alavia
Appearance: Eorrsk is very well known for his special armor. His helmet is well renowned and one of a kind. It consists of two downward aiming spikes, the rest of his armor is very bland and average. Although his boots are known to grant him 6 inches. Armorless he stands around the 4' 8" mark. Despite his small size he has seen his fair share of combat, with the native wildlife of the region. His body and face are scarred, and commonly hidden behind his armor.
Basic Personality: Eorrsk likes to call himself the voice of reason, as he rarely speaks. Most of his time is spent nodding, or listening. He likes to do his best to stay out of politics as he isn't the greatest at talking to people.
Likes: Morning Dew, Smell of Rain, His Spear, named Gae Bolg
Dislikes: The Sun, Formal Clothing, Politics
Stats:
Strength: 15
Agility: 12
Constitution: 11
Stamina: 13
Intelligence: 14
Charisma: 9
RP Sample:
The rain fell hard and fast. Clinking and reflecting off of Eorrsk's bloody armor. The adrenaline of combat was almost all he lived for, with spear in hand he felt as if almost untouchable. He crouched into a low and ready position, with his spear pointed to his enemy he prepared himself for what would come next. Kill or be killed, that was it had come down to. Pushing his hind foot off the ground he began to run to his enemy. The mud was almost too thick to run in, but he managed to keep going. With Eorrsk's head down he lifted it to watch the piercing of his enemies armor. The crunching of steel made a noise he almost enjoyed too much. With his opponent falling to his knees, Eorrsk slowly pulled out his spear. Placing the end in the pit of mud and looking upon his fallen enemy. Eorrsk kneeled down to speak to the fallen man. "May the Gods guide you home."
If you want another sample here's an old one where I played a Reptilian with a problem with his S's
Zurth smiled, and enjoyed a good conversation here and there. "I am sssssssure, pleassssssssssse keep you ssssssspot, I am in no russsssssh, asssssssssss i ssssssssssssssaid." He gave another cheerful smile. "I am not aware of your cussssssstom, but my people have there own cusssstom assssssss well, We must keep our honor, and dignity, and not take anything free. Sssssssso pleassssssse keep your ssssssspot." Zurth saw that these two would get nowhere.
"I am indeed from War, but itsssss not all thatssssssssssss in my job dessssssscription." Zurth took a bow. "I am Zurth Ssssssaper, Mercenary for hire." He gave a smile, and looked at his armor. "I take it my armor gave away my professssssion."
And if you want my longest RP sample I got one of those too xD It was more DnD than anything else I did.
T.G. walked through England looking for something to eat. An Orge or maybe a wonderful Dragon. The meat on the Dragon was tender and tasty when cooked just right. The open fire would give it a tender taste when with rice it would taste even better. T.G. looked around a corner at a fox. He slowly took out his Orge Sword that was double sided and bladed. T.G. jumped at the fox. The fox saw him coming and took off running. T.G. stopped and watched the fox dash off.
"I'll never catch a Fox with this." T.G. put his Orge Sword in the ground and yawned. "Guess I better head home before it gets too dark." T.G. grabbed his orge sword and headed home noticing every animal run from him. The Guardian kept his path heading back to his home in the biggest broadest tree. His home was high the keep him safe from anything dangerous, and the branches helped protect him from dragon's that fly high across the trees and lakes.
T.G. Decided to stop dazing off of how good his home was at keeping hidden. T.G. saw a young orge, and he took a turn to determine it was a Orge, and not something else. A young Orge had nothing useful T.G. could use. The teeth weren't very sharp. So he couldn't make a hunting spear.
The Guardian eventually reached his house, and skillfully got up the tree in a matter of minutes. He set his Orge Sword in it's case, and laid on his leaf covered bed. He slowly began to wonder if there were other humans here or if it was just him and every creature in the world. He fell asleep thinking of the thought of him being alone with unknown creatures, and with that thought of those other creatures he thought of food.
Food was usually the least of his worries. T.G. stood up and walked towards the Bamboo kitchen to grab something to eat. He first looked at his fruit tree, and picked an apple. After he ate the apple he took out the seeds and placed them in a red silky jewelry box. He took yet another deep yawn and headed to sleep. He needed the energy for his hunt tomorrow. T.G. laid in his bed and slowly began to drift asleep.
The sun shined into T.G.'s eyes, he slowly opened his left eye and looked around. No one. T.G. stood up and looked out his bamboo window. Yet again no one. He was alone again. T.G. grabbed his Orge Sword and headed down his tree. As The Guardian made his way down the tree he thought he had saw another human. T.G. ran to what looked to be another living for that could speak.
"Hello?" When he got close enough it ended up being a new tree. "When was this put here?" T.G. rubbed his chin and cut ht e tree down, with a few swings with his Orge Sword. "No tree is to grow this close to my home." T.G. walked off to find a worthy breakfast. Hopefully he would get something tasty, and declious. After about 2 and a half hours of walking North-East he decided he would walk North-West.
Eventually The Guardian stopped at a Orge Nest. "This is a BIG nest." T.G. walked through the nest looking at the eggs, and the branches. "Wow these guys don't waste anything...and to think that these Orge's were wasteful and annoying..." T.G. gave a quick smile as he heard an party of orge's make there way back to there nest.
The Guardian thought fast as he ran into a near by tree and watched the Orge's walk back into there nest. As the orge's fed on there fresh pray T.G. watched them, as they slowly started to sniff him out. The Guardian smiled as he jumped down and swung his blade on the Orge's.[/size]
Secret Code -------editted by admin