Chaos Kingdom ~ Still Accepting/ Ignore post count ~

[Firelava]

i just saw someone with your avatar but blue......... twins or somethin? anyways let the Daemon-spawn lose!

 

[Lumeneire]

i just saw someone with your avatar but blue......... twins or somethin? anyways let the Daemon-spawn lose!

Yeah we've both had a joke about that haha What are the odds eh? anyway, yeah, enjoy.

 

[Yvette]

Thanks! I'll post once I get home.


Also, I can make a male character if we're lacking.

 

[Lumeneire]

Thanks! I'll post once I get home.
Also, I can make a male character if we're lacking.

No thats fine. We're not lacking, we're just having a higher amount of female characters joining. For now we have enough anyway

 

[Yvette]

Okay. Just let me know if we ever do need more male characters.

 

[Venomarrah]

Username: Venomarrah


Name: Dadrian Decale


Age: 34


Race: Human of the glorious, cold mountains.


Appearance: He stands proudly at 6'4, and is regularly fighting and moving about to create his muscled figure. His eyes flash with a forest green allure, mixed in with a slight gray, surrounded by dark, thick eyelashes, just underneath his dark brown, heavy set eyebrows. His hair is only slightly shorter than most, as dark as the rest of his features, and he sometimes allows a beard to grow on his angled chin. He has two scars that stand out on his heavily tanned skin one stretching over his stomach from rib cage to hipbone, and the one sporting his face, which is a dark grey line covering his left cheek.


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Side: Fighting for the Kingdom, he's been hopelessly trying to create a revolutionary group.


Weapons and magic: Dadrian holds a two handed sword with him in any fight, and always has a dagger on him, even in slumber. He holds no magic but the ability to muster adrenaline whenever he deems necessary.


Bio and Personality: Dadrian hails from both a respected family name as known to of only helped and bettered the kingdom, and a banded group of swordsmen gathered for only the good of the people; The Templeton's Round.


Only recently had the group been destroyed by The Dark King, who had targeted their name from the whispers of the revolters. Dadrian is unsure of who survived of the 50 members who came together with the intentions of recruiting new members; he had been a town's word away, traveling to that very destination when he was told of its decimation. This is a burden carried deeply by the man. He has been traveling ever since in hopes of recreating the group, and finding survivors.


Dadrian is a phenomenal leader, always calm, cool, and collected. He is a sweet, burdened man. He doesn't hold grudges, but remembers character for the future. He seems too old a spirit, taking everyone into his care and making sure to keep a level, coherent mind. He is open and kind to those he sees deemed, which is a great many. A wise man of the many wiser Decales', he has learned that force does not create effort nor victory, but planning and precise execution. Yet, in the flip of a switch, he can grow a thick skin in seconds, stubborn, unwilling to listen to anyone but his own intuition and gut. As a man of history, he's learned to do so in times of emotional stress and failure. Dadrian enjoys simplicity, knowledge, and coexistence. He's too well-rounded to outsiders, but to the ones who know him, know of his stresses and faults, his interests and outlooks. He's "... open, but not as open as a religious book." as he says. He also has a temper not many have gotten to see, but those who have said it's not pretty. He keeps a professional stance, and never truly lets anyone in. He seems to always have a way to persuade someone, whether it be for gold, a job, or getting what he needed in general, and doesn't abuse this ability. He's a seasoned traveler, knowing how to create fire is like breathing to him, along with hunting as quiet as the wind. He seems to have a way of both announcing himself for all eyes to look on instantly, and also meld into the shadows, becoming a part of the darkness in the corner of your eyes. He's a vital addition to a team in need of survival skills, and also in combat. He knows of points of the body weakest for close combat requirements, and the best ways of skinning a mountain lion for the greatest of leathers or tents.


Dadrian has only a couple weaknesses that seem to cripple him to a state of uselessness. One, indefinitely, would be his weak heart. And no, this is not meant physically. And it is not easy to win over his heart. But if you have, his heart is in your very hand. He's extremely sensitive over such things, and if you were to crush him, his heart in your very hand, it would devastate him. It would stop him from truly living. But this wouldn't stop him from fighting. What would, was if his loved one was used as the victim, of some sort of defense to the enemy. He would instantly drop his weapons, and do whatever he can to protect. His devotion has no bounds; he is a man who secretly, desperately wishes to live with a woman who he loves, and a child in tow in a peaceful world. But the one thing that actually hinders Dadrian physically, is a mysterious illness that haunts him after fighting. Quite frankly, it's any time he works up a great sweat, and overworks his body. He's had it since being a child, so knows how to control it, but only slightly. This illness has identified itself through the trembling coughs Dadrian suffers through, which spatters blood over his hand when he covers his mouth. His head grows heavy, and his eyesight begins to fade into a tunnel like view. A pain also grows in his chest, as if hard to breathe.


Other: Decale has only recently found an alliance with an intelligent bird, an owl who has taken a liking to him ever since he first nurture it from an attack. The Cinnamon Screech Owl is not a pet of his, but a small companion he often confides to.


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[Lumeneire]

Username: Venomarrah
Name: Dadrian Decale


Age: 34


Race: Human of the glorious, cold mountains.


Appearance: He stands proudly at 6'4, and is regularly fighting and moving about to create his muscled figure. His eyes flash with a forest green allure, mixed in with a slight gray, surrounded by dark, thick eyelashes, just underneath his dark brown, heavy set eyebrows. His hair is only slightly shorter than most, as dark as the rest of his features, and he sometimes allows a beard to grow on his angled chin. He has two scars that stand out on his heavily tanned skin one stretching over his stomach from rib cage to hipbone, and the one sporting his face, which is a dark grey line covering his left cheek.


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Side: Fighting for the Kingdom, he's been hopelessly trying to create a revolutionary group.


Weapons and magic: Dadrian holds a two handed sword with him in any fight, and always has a dagger on him, even in slumber. He holds no magic but the ability to muster adrenaline whenever he deems necessary.


Bio and Personality: Dadrian hails from both a respected family name as known to of only helped and bettered the kingdom, and a banded group of swordsmen gathered for only the good of the people; The Templeton's Round.


Only recently had the group been destroyed by The Dark King, who had targeted their name from the whispers of the revolters. Dadrian is unsure of who survived of the 50 members who came together with the intentions of recruiting new members; he had been a town's word away, traveling to that very destination when he was told of its decimation. This is a burden carried deeply by the man. He has been traveling ever since in hopes of recreating the group, and finding survivors.


Dadrian is a phenomenal leader, always calm, cool, and collected. He is a sweet, burdened man. He doesn't hold grudges, but remembers character for the future. He seems too old a spirit, taking everyone into his care and making sure to keep a level, coherent mind. He is open and kind to those he sees deemed, which is a great many. A wise man of the many wiser Decales', he has learned that force does not create effort nor victory, but planning and precise execution. Yet, in the flip of a switch, he can grow a thick skin in seconds, stubborn, unwilling to listen to anyone but his own intuition and gut. As a man of history, he's learned to do so in times of emotional stress and failure. Dadrian enjoys simplicity, knowledge, and coexistence. He's too well-rounded to outsiders, but to the ones who know him, know of his stresses and faults, his interests and outlooks. He's "... open, but not as open as a religious book." as he says. He also has a temper not many have gotten to see, but those who have said it's not pretty. He keeps a professional stance, and never truly lets anyone in. He seems to always have a way to persuade someone, whether it be for gold, a job, or getting what he needed in general, and doesn't abuse this ability. He's a seasoned traveler, knowing how to create fire is like breathing to him, along with hunting as quiet as the wind. He seems to have a way of both announcing himself for all eyes to look on instantly, and also meld into the shadows, becoming a part of the darkness in the corner of your eyes. He's a vital addition to a team in need of survival skills, and also in combat. He knows of points of the body weakest for close combat requirements, and the best ways of skinning a mountain lion for the greatest of leathers or tents.


Dadrian has only a couple weaknesses that seem to cripple him to a state of uselessness. One, indefinitely, would be his weak heart. And no, this is not meant physically. And it is not easy to win over his heart. But if you have, his heart is in your very hand. He's extremely sensitive over such things, and if you were to crush him, his heart in your very hand, it would devastate him. It would stop him from truly living. But this wouldn't stop him from fighting. What would, was if his loved one was used as the victim, of some sort of defense to the enemy. He would instantly drop his weapons, and do whatever he can to protect. His devotion has no bounds; he is a man who secretly, desperately wishes to live with a woman who he loves, and a child in tow in a peaceful world. But the one thing that actually hinders Dadrian physically, is a mysterious illness that haunts him after fighting. Quite frankly, it's any time he works up a great sweat, and overworks his body. He's had it since being a child, so knows how to control it, but only slightly. This illness has identified itself through the trembling coughs Dadrian suffers through, which spatters blood over his hand when he covers his mouth. His head grows heavy, and his eyesight begins to fade into a tunnel like view. A pain also grows in his chest, as if hard to breathe.


Other: Decale has only recently found an alliance with an intelligent bird, an owl who has taken a liking to him ever since he first nurture it from an attack. The Cinnamon Screech Owl is not a pet of his, but a small companion he often confides to.


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Accepted. Nice character.

 

[Venomarrah]

Accepted. Nice character.

Thank you!

 

[Retribution]

Username: Dragonlord


Name: Liam (Dragonborn) Stormblade


Age: 29


Race: Human


Appearance:

Side: Neutral


Weapons and Magic: Dragonsbane (Left Arm); deals a significant amount of Lightning damage to an enemy if made contact or struck. Katana (Right Arm). Magical ability he will be using his illusion spell; Elemental Fury (Grants his arms the elemental power of the wind allowing for faster and stronger weapon strikes.)


Bio: Liam Stormblade, a powerful master swordsman and one of the head arch mages from Laenadur. He is known far and wide as the Dragonlord due to his legendary status but has gone into hiding recently. He once defended the holy walls of Laendur from elder dragons and other monsters alike with other battle mages but they feared his power, feared his potential for evil. So he was excommunicated for his creations and was forced to leave the City of Mages. Now that he has arrived to the lands of Elizia he has sheathed his swords and sealed his mouth in hopes of peace but all things good must come to a end and he may have to pick up his swords once again.


Personality: Liam is a quite person and often time seen as a shadowy figure. He only speaks unless he must and often times tries to avoid conversation. Though his actions speak louder than his words. He has high moral standards and expects the best in people even if they are against him. He does not seek battle and often times try to calm down the situation but if engaged he will not show mercy.


He shows great discipline in everything he does and does not judge upon race. He shows respect to others who show to him first believing firmly in the saying "Treat others as you would treat like to be treated." If asked about his past he will simply tell you, "It's nothing important. I killed dragons, ate their souls, now I'm here.".

 

[Lumeneire]

Username: Dragonlord
Name: Liam (Dragonborn) Stormblade


Age: 29


Race: Nord (Human)


Appearance:

Side: Neutral


Weapons and Magic: Dragonsbane (Left Arm); deals a significant amount of Lightning damage to an enemy if made contact or struck. Blades Katana (Right Arm). Magical ability he will be using his Thu'um (Shout); Elemental Fury (Grants his arms the elemental power of the wind allowing for faster and stronger weapon strikes.)


Bio: Liam Stormblade, a powerful master swordsman and arch mage of the Winterhold College in Skyrim. Since the day of his anointment by the Grey Beards and given the earned title of Dragonborn he has been hunted by the Thalmor; High Elves that are apart of the Third Aldmeri Dominion. He is known far and wide as the Dragonlord due to his legendary status but has gone into hiding recently. Now that he has arrived to the lands of Elizia he has sheathed his swords and sealed his mouth in hopes of peace but all things good must come to a end and he may have to pick up his swords once again.


Personality: Liam is a quite person and often time seen as a shadowy figure. He only speaks unless he must and often times tries to avoid conversation. Though his actions speak louder than his words. He has high moral standards and expects the best in people even if they are against him. He does not seek battle and often times try to calm down the situation but if engaged he will not show mercy.


He shows great discipline in everything he does and does not judge upon race. He shows respect to others who show to him first believing firmly in the saying "Treat others as you would treat like to be treated." If asked about his past he will simply tell you, "It's nothing important. I killed dragons, ate their souls, now I'm here.".

I do like your profile, however in order to be accepted, you will have to get rid of any mention of skyrim. I've had to do this with someone who took lore from warhammer and I will not have mixed lore in this role play. If you can change those few bits I can consider you. Thanks.

 

[Retribution]

I do like your profile, however in order to be accepted, you will have to get rid of any mention of skyrim. I've had to do this with someone who took lore from warhammer and I will not have mixed lore in this role play. If you can change those few bits I can consider you. Thanks.

I was afraid of that haha! But no biggie I can edit it real nice! 
There we go! I think it was time I turned him into a Dragonlord battle mage of sorts. (:

 

[Lumeneire]

I was afraid of that haha! But no biggie I can edit it real nice! 
There we go! I think it was time I turned him into a Dragonlord battle mage of sorts. (:

Much better. Accepted. Welcome to the roleplay DragonLord. Even though there are a lot of posts so far, we're not very far into it. Message me if you would like an update.

 

[Retribution]

Much better. Accepted. Welcome to the roleplay DragonLord. Even though there are a lot of posts so far, we're not very far into it. Message me if you would like an update.

I feel so accepted! Allow me time to read all the posts so I can grab a hook of how to respond and have my character brought in. Thanks for giving me this opportunity.

 

[Mooalally]

Username: Mooalally


Name: Eläimellinen the Stronghearted


Age: 122


Race: An Orc of exceptional ugliness


Appearance: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_08/vfvbq7o6.jpg.1c73b9d8b46b5883f7bc77b0263e95b4.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="4848" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_08/vfvbq7o6.jpg.1c73b9d8b46b5883f7bc77b0263e95b4.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Side: Ally of the Dark King


Weapons and magic: His trusty warhammer, named Krossa, was his primary weapon. Although it has dry blood, rust, and peeling leather, he still loves her. He is skilled with his Krossa, having practiced on enemies and dummies alike. In his other hand, he has Kiukkuinen. She has aided him in many a close fight. Unlike Krossa who is more of an old friend, Kuikkuinen is a new female in town who has caught his interest. Kuikkuinen can easily be slipped off by him opening his hand, and it doesn't hinder his ability to fight with Krossa, as when he grasps her, her handle holds the leather strap in place. His third weapon is a magical ability. He's so ugly he sometimes scares people away.


Bio and Personality: Orc culture is easy to explain. They have three Chieftains per tribe. All three Chieftains have proved their worthiness in both battle, slaughtering many foes, and in an Inn, downing the most ale. They are old now, and are deemed wise. They make decisions like what Orc clan to attack next, and how much food is left in stock. He is part of the Taistelu tribe. Eläimellinen was born to Heikko and Vahva, two previous Chieftains. Thus, he was a great warrior, and was a natural at combat. Orc culture mainly focused on the art of war, having but a few Historians to document their great battles. Orcs had no schools, only training for battle. Because of this, Orcs weren't the smartest or well educated. They weren't made to be strategists, they were made to be generals, leading their army in the charge.


When he was young (at the childish age of 27), humans raided their Orc camp. The men rode in on great white horses, with torches aflame and swords made of the finest steel. They killed and burned as they pleased. Heikko and Vahva were two main Warriors in the defense of the town. Everyone survived except for a few Orcs that are mourned as Historians, not Warriors, meaning they were less honored. Eläimellinen was traumatized by that incident, and developed a phobia of men. Since the Dark King was less human than others, he decided to join, and prove his title of Stronghearted.


Because he's an Orc, he's sensitive to light.


Other: He travels with only his Warg he tamed whilst in the woods years ago. He found her when she was in the middle of a hunt. She snuck up to an unsuspecting squirrel, who suddenly turned his head to the breeze. She remained still. The squirrel went back to what he was doing, and she pounced the instant after. He was amazed at this display of strength and skill, and laid out fresh squirrel every day. She eventually learned to trust the scent he was leaving, and he was able to feed her out of his hand (well, not literally. More as in, he threw food to her while he was standing there, and she didn't maul him). They became great friends, and she follows him everywhere. Her name is Neuvokkuus.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_08/Warg-2-port-2.jpg.3b0d13ab99fe527934d94842359c9ece.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="4849" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_08/Warg-2-port-2.jpg.3b0d13ab99fe527934d94842359c9ece.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


(It's okay if you reject the Warg idea, I don't know if it's allowed or not)

 

[keizerin]

@Dragonlord


A dragon slayer? I'm a big fan of Skyrim myself, but I don't think my Emilia will be please with you.

 

[Lumeneire]

Username: Mooalally
Name: Eläimellinen the Stronghearted


Age: 122


Race: An Orc of exceptional ugliness


Appearance: View attachment 20579


Side: Ally of the Dark King


Weapons and magic: His trusty warhammer, named Krossa, was his primary weapon. Although it has dry blood, rust, and peeling leather, he still loves her. He is skilled with his Krossa, having practiced on enemies and dummies alike. In his other hand, he has Kiukkuinen. She has aided him in many a close fight. Unlike Krossa who is more of an old friend, Kuikkuinen is a new female in town who has caught his interest. Kuikkuinen can easily be slipped off by him opening his hand, and it doesn't hinder his ability to fight with Krossa, as when he grasps her, her handle holds the leather strap in place. His third weapon is a magical ability. He's so ugly he sometimes scares people away.


Bio and Personality: Orc culture is easy to explain. They have three Chieftains per tribe. All three Chieftains have proved their worthiness in both battle, slaughtering many foes, and in an Inn, downing the most ale. They are old now, and are deemed wise. They make decisions like what Orc clan to attack next, and how much food is left in stock. He is part of the Taistelu tribe. Eläimellinen was born to Heikko and Vahva, two previous Chieftains. Thus, he was a great warrior, and was a natural at combat. Orc culture mainly focused on the art of war, having but a few Historians to document their great battles. Orcs had no schools, only training for battle. Because of this, Orcs weren't the smartest or well educated. They weren't made to be strategists, they were made to be generals, leading their army in the charge.


When he was young (at the childish age of 27), humans raided their Orc camp. The men rode in on great white horses, with torches aflame and swords made of the finest steel. They killed and burned as they pleased. Heikko and Vahva were two main Warriors in the defense of the town. Everyone survived except for a few Orcs that are mourned as Historians, not Warriors, meaning they were less honored. Eläimellinen was traumatized by that incident, and developed a phobia of men. Since the Dark King was less human than others, he decided to join, and prove his title of Stronghearted.


Because he's an Orc, he's sensitive to light.


Other: He travels with only his Warg he tamed whilst in the woods years ago. He found her when she was in the middle of a hunt. She snuck up to an unsuspecting squirrel, who suddenly turned his head to the breeze. She remained still. The squirrel went back to what he was doing, and she pounced the instant after. He was amazed at this display of strength and skill, and laid out fresh squirrel every day. She eventually learned to trust the scent he was leaving, and he was able to feed her out of his hand (well, not literally. More as in, he threw food to her while he was standing there, and she didn't maul him). They became great friends, and she follows him everywhere. Her name is Neuvokkuus.View attachment 20580


(It's okay if you reject the Warg idea, I don't know if it's allowed or not)

It's nice to see such a unique profile. Wargs are used in several different fantasies so I will allow it, it will be good to mix the roleplay up with an animal companion. Accepted. 

@Dragonlord
A dragon slayer? I'm a big fan of Skyrim myself, but I don't think my Emilia will be please with you.

That will be great for some overarching storylines later on. Bring on the conflict.

 

[Retribution]

@Dragonlord
A dragon slayer? I'm a big fan of Skyrim myself, but I don't think my Emilia will be please with you.

LOOL. Yes! An enemy! But I have to steer clear of anything Skyrim for this role-play (: But yes he was first made for Skyrim but I had to do some editing in sake of joining this role-play.

 

[beedis]

Username: Beedis


Name: Ocel


Age: 23


Race: Human


Appearance:

Side: Fights for the kingdom


Weapons and magic: An aged estoc, various scratches run across the blade but strangely it never seems to lose its sheen, a small dark metal buckler not necessarily designed to absorb impacts but rather to parry blows. He is not gifted in magic but his reflexes are sharp.


Bio and Personality:


Ocel was raised in a small settlement consisting of a few families hidden deep in the great fields of Elizia, his father an ex duelist in his youth and his mother a seamstress. The days were usually spent in the canvas tents in which each family resided in, or working the meager crops to get by. The fear of being found by one of the Dark King's patrols was constant with the slightest hint of a nearby patrol resulting in the small group of families to quickly pack up the canvas tents they resided in and cover their tracks before finding a new location. Ocel remained strong through all of it even though he was young he was aware he needed to be strong. What gave him motivation beyond all else were the tales of old Elizia, a world in which conflict was rare, a benevolent king ruled, and races of all shapes and sizes got along. Those stories from his parents along with various adventure books his parents had kept for him of chivalry and swordsmanship which by his young adulthood he must have read hundreds of times each, made him who he is. When he hit twenty he had made up his mind someone would have to stand up to this evil and he could be the one to do it. After informing his parents of the decision both parents realized their son would not be changing his mind. His father reluctantly trained him in some swordsmanship and his mother set to sprucing up an old set of armor used by family members past. Ocel soon after with a final good bye set off wearing plate mail with the crest of a forgotten kingdom armed with only a sword and shield. He has been roaming the lands since. He is a noble warrior carrying the chivalric ideals from the books of his youth with him, treating others with respect and in a gentlemanly fashion and always fighting cleanly even if his opponents do not do so. He is generally brash, and very friendly striking up conversation whenever he can and with whoever he can.


Other: He carries an old rucksack with him filled with various tools and a few whetstones for sharpening his blade. His faceplate remains up unless he is in battle.

 

[Lumeneire]

Username: Beedis
Name: Ocel


Age: 23


Race: Human


Appearance:

Side: Fights for the kingdom


Weapons and magic: An aged estoc, various scratches run across the blade but strangely it never seems to lose its sheen, a small dark metal buckler not necessarily designed to absorb impacts but rather to parry blows. He is not gifted in magic but his reflexes are sharp.


Bio and Personality:


Ocel was raised in a small settlement consisting of a few families hidden deep in the great fields of Elizia, his father an ex duelist in his youth and his mother a seamstress. The days were usually spent in the canvas tents in which each family resided in, or working the meager crops to get by. The fear of being found by one of the Dark King's patrols was constant with the slightest hint of a nearby patrol resulting in the small group of families to quickly pack up the canvas tents they resided in and cover their tracks before finding a new location. Ocel remained strong through all of it even though he was young he was aware he needed to be strong. What gave him motivation beyond all else were the tales of old Elizia, a world in which conflict was rare, a benevolent king ruled, and races of all shapes and sizes got along. Those stories from his parents along with various adventure books his parents had kept for him of chivalry and swordsmanship which by his young adulthood he must have read hundreds of times each, made him who he is. When he hit twenty he had made up his mind someone would have to stand up to this evil and he could be the one to do it. After informing his parents of the decision both parents realized their son would not be changing his mind. His father reluctantly trained him in some swordsmanship and his mother set to sprucing up an old set of armor used by family members past. Ocel soon after with a final good bye set off wearing plate mail with the crest of a forgotten kingdom armed with only a sword and shield. He has been roaming the lands since. He is a noble warrior carrying the chivalric ideals from the books of his youth with him, treating others with respect and in a gentlemanly fashion and always fighting cleanly even if his opponents do not do so. He is generally brash, and very friendly striking up conversation whenever he can and with whoever he can.


Other: He carries an old rucksack with him filled with various tools and a few whetstones for sharpening his blade. His faceplate remains up unless he is in battle.

Accepted. I am very impressed with the amount of detail you put into his history and the involvement of Elizia. I am proud to welcome you this this roleplay. If you want a recap of the events up to this point, let me know and I shall message you.

 

[RobinDenstro]

Username: RobinDenstro


Name: Dravel Norshire


Age: 31


Race: Human


Appearance: [Attached]


Side: Knight of the Kingdom


Weapons and magic: The only weapon he has ever required is his sword. Being it the length that it is, he masterfully uses it in combat. If any other weapon would apply, all that would remain is his vitality and cunning.


Bio and Personality:


It has been quite some time since some times of sorrow have stained or lands. Decades ago, in the forests far away, Dravel and his family lived among the wildlife who preserved them. His father was a hunter, who brought dinner home every night, and gathered what supplies they needed. His mother kept the cabin together and prepared the meals and fire. Life was peaceful, for a time.


The enemy arrived at their doorstep before word spread to them from nearby towns and cities. Orcs of the Dark King demanded a place to stay, and the elder Norshire were weak to fault. They allowed them to stay, and welcomed them into their home.


The Orcs consumed all of their food, and broke most of their furniture. Dravel and his parents had to sit by as their cabin was brought to near ruin before their eyes. But they could do nothing to stop it. They did not have the power nor will to stop them. And, in the end, they even took pleasure from his mother, right before the young boy's eyes.


By morning, they left, but the eleven year old boy would always be scared. While his parents felt fear and sorrow, all he could feel was rage. Bitter, powerful rage. And this rage would consume him for months and years to come. Defining him, and plowing his path.


When he was fifteen, he was sent away from the cabin in the woods, instead sent to the nearby city of Kralkandour. A stout city, though lacking in size, survived the worst from the war that ensued. They remained ever strong and supplied, even after the many dark forces passed through their midst.


There, Dravel learned the basics of combat from an old tutor named Grodar, along with the basics of etiquette and the ability to read. In time, these skills brought Dravel the tools he needed to become the man he wanted to be, including the protector of those he loved.


Time sailed quickly. By the time Dravel was twenty-two, Grodar taught him everything he needed to know. Traveling along, he trekked back to the cabin of his birth, and to the parents whom he loved. However, through the years passing, the cabin must have been vulnerable to passing forces of both good and evil.


Upon his return, all he found was his father. His mother was taken as a whore for Elves of darkness, his father now wasting away at the cabin he once called home. Dravel's father could hardly hunt anymore; the growing hunger of days on end the only thing pushing him to grab his bow once more. However, Dravel couldn't accept this. Well-learned, arrogant, and enraged, he sought the Elves who imprisoned his dear mother.


And with that endeavor, before long, he had found them. Hiding away in the dark of night, Dravel found his vengeance upon those who had wronged him, but at a price. Without preparation, he would have perished if the Elves were any number more than they were, or if the night's watch paid any more attention.


That day, Dravel held his mother in his arms as she died, half naked and cold from the long, miserable nights. Through tears and sorrow, Dravel made a vow that night. He promised he would not only avenge her death, but also to protect the innocent, and to sacrifice himself for the greater good.


Many years have passed. Off and on, Dravel has been a member of several armies, battalions, and even groups of mercenaries. In these dark hours, he now directly serves the kingdom as a humble proxy, wishing only to serve and protect.


Other: In the presence of others, Dravel may appear a bit cold or patronizing. However, truly his only wish is to protect those who join him, or those who need protecting. More often than not he will allow others to join his crusade, though he will on occasion turn them down; the reason usually being their safety.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_08/57a8be01db444_ThePenetrator.jpg.adbb350a89a7107e5b606e4961582358.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="4940" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_08/57a8be01db444_ThePenetrator.jpg.adbb350a89a7107e5b606e4961582358.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

 

[beedis]

Accepted. I am very impressed with the amount of detail you put into his history and the involvement of Elizia. I am proud to welcome you this this roleplay. If you want a recap of the events up to this point, let me know and I shall message you.

Thank you boss, I could go for a little bit of whats going on so I don't end up making an uneducated first post. Once again thanks in advance.

 

[Lumeneire]

Username: RobinDenstro
Name: Dravel Norshire


Age: 31


Race: Human


Appearance: [Attached]


Side: Knight of the Kingdom


Weapons and magic: The only weapon he has ever required is his sword. Being it the length that it is, he masterfully uses it in combat. If any other weapon would apply, all that would remain is his vitality and cunning.


Bio and Personality:


It has been quite some time since some times of sorrow have stained or lands. Decades ago, in the forests far away, Dravel and his family lived among the wildlife who preserved them. His father was a hunter, who brought dinner home every night, and gathered what supplies they needed. His mother kept the cabin together and prepared the meals and fire. Life was peaceful, for a time.


The enemy arrived at their doorstep before word spread to them from nearby towns and cities. Orcs of the Dark Lord demanded a place to stay, and the elder Norshire were weak to fault. They allowed them to stay, and welcomed them into their home.


The Orcs consumed all of their food, and broke most of their furniture. Dravel and his parents had to sit by as their cabin was brought to near ruin before their eyes. But they could do nothing to stop it. They did not have the power nor will to stop them. And, in the end, they even took pleasure from his mother, right before the young boy's eyes.


By morning, they left, but the eleven year old boy would always be scared. While his parents felt fear and sorrow, all he could feel was rage. Bitter, powerful rage. And this rage would consume him for months and years to come. Defining him, and plowing his path.


When he was fifteen, he was sent away from the cabin in the woods, instead sent to the nearby city of Kralkandour. A stout city, though lacking in size, survived the worst from the war that ensued. They remained ever strong and supplied, even after the many dark forces passed through their midst.


There, Dravel learned the basics of combat from an old tutor named Grodar, along with the basics of etiquette and the ability to read. In time, these skills brought Dravel the tools he needed to become the man he wanted to be, including the protector of those he loved.


Time sailed quickly. By the time Dravel was twenty-two, Grodar taught him everything he needed to know. Traveling along, he trekked back to the cabin of his birth, and to the parents whom he loved. However, through the years passing, the cabin must have been vulnerable to passing forces of both good and evil.


Upon his return, all he found was his father. His mother was taken as a whore for Elves of darkness, his father now wasting away at the cabin he once called home. Dravel's father could hardly hunt anymore; the growing hunger of days on end the only thing pushing him to grab his bow once more. However, Dravel couldn't accept this. Well-learned, arrogant, and enraged, he sought the Elves who imprisoned his dear mother.


And with that endeavor, before long, he had found them. Hiding away in the dark of night, Dravel found his vengeance upon those who had wronged him, but at a price. Without preparation, he would have perished if the Elves were any number more than they were, or if the night's watch paid any more attention.


That day, Dravel held his mother in his arms as she died, half naked and cold from the long, miserable nights. Through tears and sorrow, Dravel made a vow that night. He promised he would not only avenge her death, but also to protect the innocent, and to sacrifice himself for the greater good.


Many years have passed. Off and on, Dravel has been a member of several armies, battalions, and even groups of mercenaries. In these dark hours, he now directly serves the kingdom as a humble proxy, wishing only to serve and protect.


Other: In the presence of others, Dravel may appear a bit cold or patronizing. However, truly his only wish is to protect those who join him, or those who need protecting. More often than not he will allow others to join his crusade, though he will on occasion turn them down; the reason usually being their safety.

Accepted. Your profile was a good read/ However, one small thing. It's the Dark King not the Dark Lord. As much as I would love Voldemort in this roleplay, I don't think Harry Potter would approve Enjoy!

 

[Mooalally]

@RobinDenstro


Your skelly reminded me of Star Wars, especially this part.


"When he was fifteen, he was sent away from the cabin in the woods, instead sent to the nearby city of Kralkandour. A stout city, though lacking in size, survived the worst from the war that ensued. They remained ever strong and supplied, even after the many dark forces passed through their midst.


There, Dravel learned the basics of combat from an old tutor named Grodar, along with the basics of etiquette and the ability to read. In time, these skills brought Dravel the tools he needed to become the man he wanted to be, including the protector of those he loved.


Time sailed quickly. By the time Dravel was twenty-two, Grodar taught him everything he needed to know. Traveling along, he trekked back to the cabin of his birth, and to the parents whom he loved. However, through the years passing, the cabin must have been vulnerable to passing forces of both good and evil.


Upon his return, all he found was his father. His mother was taken as a whore for Elves of darkness, his father now wasting away at the cabin he once called home. Dravel's father could hardly hunt anymore; the growing hunger of days on end the only thing pushing him to grab his bow once more. However, Dravel couldn't accept this. Well-learned, arrogant, and enraged, he sought the Elves who imprisoned his dear mother.


And with that endeavor, before long, he had found them. Hiding away in the dark of night, Dravel found his vengeance upon those who had wronged him, but at a price. Without preparation, he would have perished if the Elves were any number more than they were, or if the night's watch paid any more attention.


That day, Dravel held his mother in his arms as she died, half naked and cold from the long, miserable nights. Through tears and sorrow, Dravel made a vow that night. He promised he would not only avenge her death, but also to protect the innocent, and to sacrifice himself for the greater good.


Many years have passed. Off and on, Dravel has been a member of several armies, battalions, and even groups of mercenaries. In these dark hours, he now directly serves the kingdom as a humble proxy, wishing only to serve and protect."


When Anakin Skywalker was a boy, he went to the capital to learn how to fight from an old Jedi named Qui-Gon Jinn. When he was a young man, he finally returned to his home planet, skilled in combat. There, he found his father. His mother was taken away by Sand People, the barbarians of the planet. He found her, and slaughtered all of them. He found his mother and held her in his arms.


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He then became a full-fledged Jedi master, joining the good guys to bring justice to the bad guys.

 

[Lumeneire]

@RobinDenstro
Your skelly reminded me of Star Wars, especially this part.


"When he was fifteen, he was sent away from the cabin in the woods, instead sent to the nearby city of Kralkandour. A stout city, though lacking in size, survived the worst from the war that ensued. They remained ever strong and supplied, even after the many dark forces passed through their midst.


There, Dravel learned the basics of combat from an old tutor named Grodar, along with the basics of etiquette and the ability to read. In time, these skills brought Dravel the tools he needed to become the man he wanted to be, including the protector of those he loved.


Time sailed quickly. By the time Dravel was twenty-two, Grodar taught him everything he needed to know. Traveling along, he trekked back to the cabin of his birth, and to the parents whom he loved. However, through the years passing, the cabin must have been vulnerable to passing forces of both good and evil.


Upon his return, all he found was his father. His mother was taken as a whore for Elves of darkness, his father now wasting away at the cabin he once called home. Dravel's father could hardly hunt anymore; the growing hunger of days on end the only thing pushing him to grab his bow once more. However, Dravel couldn't accept this. Well-learned, arrogant, and enraged, he sought the Elves who imprisoned his dear mother.


And with that endeavor, before long, he had found them. Hiding away in the dark of night, Dravel found his vengeance upon those who had wronged him, but at a price. Without preparation, he would have perished if the Elves were any number more than they were, or if the night's watch paid any more attention.


That day, Dravel held his mother in his arms as she died, half naked and cold from the long, miserable nights. Through tears and sorrow, Dravel made a vow that night. He promised he would not only avenge her death, but also to protect the innocent, and to sacrifice himself for the greater good.


Many years have passed. Off and on, Dravel has been a member of several armies, battalions, and even groups of mercenaries. In these dark hours, he now directly serves the kingdom as a humble proxy, wishing only to serve and protect."


When Anakin Skywalker was a boy, he went to the capital to learn how to fight from an old Jedi named Qui-Gon Jinn. When he was a young man, he finally returned to his home planet, skilled in combat. There, he found his father. His mother was taken away by Sand People, the barbarians of the planet. He found her, and slaughtered all of them. He found his mother and held her in his arms.


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He then became a full-fledged Jedi master, joining the good guys to bring justice to the bad guys.

Haha very nicely spotted. However, if this profile was inspired by star wars, enough of it has been changed to be welcomed

 

[RobinDenstro]

Firstly, thank you. I will gladly change the mention of a "Lord" to a King. And, secondly, I am all kinds of surprised that someone caught on to that. Though I tried to make the story as original as possible, the one thing that popped into my mind was that one particular scene. Though instead of our Dravel becoming a beacon of evil, he is instead a representation of good.