Post by Orga the Strange on Feb 13, 2013 10:25:05 GMT -5
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Player: Orga T. Strange
Character
Name: Samael Alfred Yuto
Age: 19
Gender: Male
King/Queendom: Alavia
Appearances 5' 11
Athletic build
Blonde, shaggy hair that tends to hang down in his eyes.
Dark Brown eye color
His skin is a healthy shade of white
Wears a worn tunic and pair of pants, suspended by a belt.
Fair amount of dirt on him
Basic Personality
While a nice guy, he tends to be rather crude. Has a bit of a temper. Not a lot of common sense. Head strong.
Likes: Swords, Fighting, Exploring, Animals, the cold, snow, red, open fields.
Dislikes:
His job, his boss, those smarmy bastards with their fancy clothes and armor, cleaning horse shit, heat, boring small towns, cramped spaces.
Stats:
Strength:13
Agility:15
Constitution:11
Stamina:12
Intelligence:10
Charisma:14
RP Sample: Sam leapt torwards the beast, swinging his greatsword, Hurlgar, at the creatures chest. It backed up a step, narrowly avoiding being gutted, and caught Sam in mid-air, tossing him to the ground. Sam hit the dirt hard, letting out a brief shout of pain. Quickly regaining his sense he rolled to his left, the beast's massive fist missing him by mere inches as it pounded the ground, trying to mash him into paste. The creature roared in rage, bringing it's fist up again for another go. Sam got to his feet and slashed out with sword as it attacked him again, slicing off three of it's fingers. It bellowed in pain stumbling back a few feet, holding it's hand as it inspected the wound, momentarily forgetting the warrior before it. Sam grinned, covered in it's blood and charged again, leaping into the air and swinging his sword at the creature's neck. His strike was true. The ogre had only a second to realize it's fate before it's head was cut off, sent twirling into the air by the force of the blow and geyser of blood erupting from the stump of it's neck. Sam landed on the ground behind the ogre in a kneeling position, sword held out to his side and behind him. The now headless corpse fell to it's knees, before collapsing forward, shaking the ground, and twitched a few times as it's blood pooled around it. Sam smirked and stood up, wiping his blade off on a cloth he pulled from his pocket and before sheathing it on his back. He clapped his hands together, dusting them off as a fair maiden ran to him, her long brown hair flowing behind her. She wrapped her arms around him and clung to his chest. "Oh Sam, you're so brave! Thank you for defeating that monstrosity for me!" she spoke in soft voice.
Sam looked off into the distance stoically as shit
"Tis nothing, Fair Maiden, naught but a day's work for a Warrior such as myself"
She reached a hand up to his face and turned his head torward hers.
"Please, allow me to thank you" Her eyes seemed to sparkle as her lips puckered to kiss him.
Sam smiled as he leaned into kiss her. However, right before their lips met the woman's face melted and reformed into a the face of an ugly, portly bearded man. "SAAAAM!" it bellowed.
"GAH!" Sam recoiled, sitting up straight in his bed, and hitting his forehead on the ceiling of his 'room'. He fell back to his bed, holding his head, stars flashing in his eyes. "uggghhh" he moaned. "SAAAAAAAAM!" a loud banging came from his ceiling causing loose dirt and dust to fall down on him. "GIT UP YA DAM LOUT!" More banging. Sam rolled out of bed, half-naked, and half crawled, half stumbled through the dark tot he door of his room. He opened it, the sudden bright light blinding him. He held up a hand to ward to ward it off and squinted. Before him he saw the farm around him alive with movement, people going about their daily chores, harvesting the wheat and carting it off. Directly infront of him was his boss, Mr. Gregor. "Wut the 'ell are ya dewin' still asleep ya lazy basterd? It's noon fer Chroist's saikes!"
Sam looked down sheepishly. "Sorry Sire, I must've slept in"
"Musteve slepd in? Tha's a wurd fer it. Yew were 'spos'd ter be milkin' cos 'for sunroise! 'stead, Oi foind yew 'ere! Sleepin'!"
"Sorry, sire.."
"Dawn't yew sorreh me. Go milk dem cows!"
"Yes, sire"
"An' wen yer dun wi' tha' go 'elp 'em fix the barn"
"Yes, sire"
"An' wen yer dun wi tha' Oi wantchu ter go clean da 'orse shit. Damn stables smells loik boar's guts fermentin' awn a hawt tin roof, mixed with sum spoilt milk fer gud mezsha"
"Yes, sire"
"Oh an' Sam?"
"Yes, sire?"
"Put sum damn clothes awn, you'll catch yer deth 'a cold!"
"Yes, sire..."
Mr. Gregor shook his head with disgust and walked away. Sam sighed, and went back into his room. 'Another fine day in Wheatkeep' he thought to himself.
Secret Code Ha, see, I thought you were joking highlight bit. >,,,> Because I am like that.
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Player: Orga T. Strange
Character
Name: Samael Alfred Yuto
Age: 19
Gender: Male
King/Queendom: Alavia
Appearances 5' 11
Athletic build
Blonde, shaggy hair that tends to hang down in his eyes.
Dark Brown eye color
His skin is a healthy shade of white
Wears a worn tunic and pair of pants, suspended by a belt.
Fair amount of dirt on him
Basic Personality
While a nice guy, he tends to be rather crude. Has a bit of a temper. Not a lot of common sense. Head strong.
Likes: Swords, Fighting, Exploring, Animals, the cold, snow, red, open fields.
Dislikes:
His job, his boss, those smarmy bastards with their fancy clothes and armor, cleaning horse shit, heat, boring small towns, cramped spaces.
Stats:
Strength:13
Agility:15
Constitution:11
Stamina:12
Intelligence:10
Charisma:14
RP Sample: Sam leapt torwards the beast, swinging his greatsword, Hurlgar, at the creatures chest. It backed up a step, narrowly avoiding being gutted, and caught Sam in mid-air, tossing him to the ground. Sam hit the dirt hard, letting out a brief shout of pain. Quickly regaining his sense he rolled to his left, the beast's massive fist missing him by mere inches as it pounded the ground, trying to mash him into paste. The creature roared in rage, bringing it's fist up again for another go. Sam got to his feet and slashed out with sword as it attacked him again, slicing off three of it's fingers. It bellowed in pain stumbling back a few feet, holding it's hand as it inspected the wound, momentarily forgetting the warrior before it. Sam grinned, covered in it's blood and charged again, leaping into the air and swinging his sword at the creature's neck. His strike was true. The ogre had only a second to realize it's fate before it's head was cut off, sent twirling into the air by the force of the blow and geyser of blood erupting from the stump of it's neck. Sam landed on the ground behind the ogre in a kneeling position, sword held out to his side and behind him. The now headless corpse fell to it's knees, before collapsing forward, shaking the ground, and twitched a few times as it's blood pooled around it. Sam smirked and stood up, wiping his blade off on a cloth he pulled from his pocket and before sheathing it on his back. He clapped his hands together, dusting them off as a fair maiden ran to him, her long brown hair flowing behind her. She wrapped her arms around him and clung to his chest. "Oh Sam, you're so brave! Thank you for defeating that monstrosity for me!" she spoke in soft voice.
Sam looked off into the distance stoically as shit
"Tis nothing, Fair Maiden, naught but a day's work for a Warrior such as myself"
She reached a hand up to his face and turned his head torward hers.
"Please, allow me to thank you" Her eyes seemed to sparkle as her lips puckered to kiss him.
Sam smiled as he leaned into kiss her. However, right before their lips met the woman's face melted and reformed into a the face of an ugly, portly bearded man. "SAAAAM!" it bellowed.
"GAH!" Sam recoiled, sitting up straight in his bed, and hitting his forehead on the ceiling of his 'room'. He fell back to his bed, holding his head, stars flashing in his eyes. "uggghhh" he moaned. "SAAAAAAAAM!" a loud banging came from his ceiling causing loose dirt and dust to fall down on him. "GIT UP YA DAM LOUT!" More banging. Sam rolled out of bed, half-naked, and half crawled, half stumbled through the dark tot he door of his room. He opened it, the sudden bright light blinding him. He held up a hand to ward to ward it off and squinted. Before him he saw the farm around him alive with movement, people going about their daily chores, harvesting the wheat and carting it off. Directly infront of him was his boss, Mr. Gregor. "Wut the 'ell are ya dewin' still asleep ya lazy basterd? It's noon fer Chroist's saikes!"
Sam looked down sheepishly. "Sorry Sire, I must've slept in"
"Musteve slepd in? Tha's a wurd fer it. Yew were 'spos'd ter be milkin' cos 'for sunroise! 'stead, Oi foind yew 'ere! Sleepin'!"
"Sorry, sire.."
"Dawn't yew sorreh me. Go milk dem cows!"
"Yes, sire"
"An' wen yer dun wi' tha' go 'elp 'em fix the barn"
"Yes, sire"
"An' wen yer dun wi tha' Oi wantchu ter go clean da 'orse shit. Damn stables smells loik boar's guts fermentin' awn a hawt tin roof, mixed with sum spoilt milk fer gud mezsha"
"Yes, sire"
"Oh an' Sam?"
"Yes, sire?"
"Put sum damn clothes awn, you'll catch yer deth 'a cold!"
"Yes, sire..."
Mr. Gregor shook his head with disgust and walked away. Sam sighed, and went back into his room. 'Another fine day in Wheatkeep' he thought to himself.
Secret Code Ha, see, I thought you were joking highlight bit. >,,,> Because I am like that.
ABC12319Y1251992