Tales of Salisonia: Rise of the Dragons [Official OOC Thread]

[Kagerou]

So I'm not the only one who knows of it.


Ixy, that's fine, probably. Some people can't be very active. And there are about.... what, somewhere around fifteen people?

 

[Sen Pai]

This rp looks insanely interesting, but I have just two questions before I post up a character
One) I'll probably only be able to do a couple of posts each night, with some exceptions on the weekends. Is that going to be a problem for an RP of this size?


Two) How many people have joined already? I tried to read through all the posts, but 68 pages is a lot of type.

1) No, not at all. As long as you post, it's perfectly fine. ^^


2) .....lol 85% of those pages are just a bunch of crap. xD There's 20 characters, don't know about roleplayers. :3 I think 18...? Make that 19 because of me. :3

 

[Ixidor92]

Okay then. I'll go ahead and fix something up. Don't know if it will be up in any reasonable period of time as I'm supposed to be writing out a research paper right now >.>

 

[Kagerou]

I was wrong. About twenty. 
Eh. I really need to start on my character. Dx I'm sho lazy.

 

[Sen Pai]

I have to finish my characters, but pewdiepie is distracting me...

 

[Kagerou]

DESTROY ALL MILK!


I must eat sheeps. Be back later.

 

[Mooalally]

Where's Nevenarius?

 

[Sen Pai]

Where's Nevenarius?

Outskirts of Bran, it's said in the info part and stuff. ^^

 

[Mooalally]

Outskirts of Bran, it's said in the info part and stuff. ^^

Well thanks for pointing it out, I just feel stupid now.

 

[Sen Pai]

Well thanks for pointing it out, I just feel stupid now.

You're welcome. xD I don't know if Cressandra's going to make the map or I should make a crappy one. lol

 

[Lucem]

I might not be able to get a post up tonight, but I will tomorrow for sure, since it's Friday.

 

[Kagerou]

Ohhh, in my geography class I learned how to make maps. I made one of dah whole flipping world.

 

[Ixidor92]

|General Information|

• Name
• Gender
• Age
• Race
• Class
• Appearance Notes

• Sanz Vurrein
• Male
• 24
• Human
• Hunter: One who is primarily self-trained, they rely on reflexes and brute strength more than any kind of formal fighting style. Through experience, and an occasional trend towards more animalistic qualities, a hunter excels at tracking prey through any sort of terrain.
• Sanz is something of a large man, standing at around 6'5". He weighs about 220 lbs, most of it muscle. He easily stands out in a crowd. Regardless of weather, he almost always wears a sleeveless shirt, but also a scarf or high collar. He dislikes sleeves since he believes they hamper his movement too much, and covers up his neck to avoid gossip and the general attention it would garner. The reason? The front half of his neck is completely scar-ridden, almost as if a wild animal had torn it open and it had been crudely put back together afterward. He is almost never without armored braces, and he carries a blade that is about four to five feet long . . . roughly the height of a small person. Seemingly out of place on his person is a flute, which he never plays in public.

|Biography of Sanz Vurrein|

• Personality
• History

• Sanz is a person that doesn't waste time, and doesn't dilly-dally. He views ignorance, laziness, and inefficiency as the greatest hubris of all mortals, and seeks to purge such things from his character. He seems initially unsocial to most people, but this is mostly because he does not speak. To those who allow him to 'explain' himself in another manner, he is fairly humble, if a bit simple. Sanz doesn't hold a lot of stock in higher concepts discussed within philosophy, only doing what he personally believes is right. This means that if he deems someone evil, he will punish that person, and will not apologize or regret his action regardless of the consequences, because he feels he did the right thing. When dealing with others, he prefers to use gestures or (sometimes) vague symbols to confer whatever he is trying to say. If time is of the essence however, or its a setting where such body language would not be effective, he resorts to writing, which he is somewhat limited at. Having been over a significant portion of the known world, Sanz is fairly tolerant of whomever he meets. However, someone who is lazy will immediately get on his bad side, and possibly earn his temper if they go too far (such as a noble ordering his servants to do everything, even tasks he could easily do himself). However, his greatest impression of people, at least in his mind, comes not from their words. How someone carries themselves, the scent that pervades their clothing, and the reaction garnered from others tell him far more than a lopsided conversation.
• Sanz doesn't know who his parents were, at least his blood parents. In his earliest memories he has only a father. A father who apparently found him abandoned near the woods and took him in. Sanz's father, his TRUE father as he likes to think of him, was a man who enjoyed simple pleasures of life. He lived in a wooden hut, made carvings that he took to town for a small amount of coin, and went out hunting to sustain both himself and Sanz. As Sanz grew in age, he began to learn from his adoptive father, and often accompanied him on both hunts as well as his trips to the city. It is during this time that his father taught him the basics of swordplay, as well as that one should never stop training their body. He also learned how to be one with the forest, and become a predator when needed. However . . . living in the woods came with its disadvantages. Sanz's father had, on occasion, been known to take jobs to either capture or kill dangerous individuals that the government was having issues tracking down. In one such job, he had to leave in a hurry, and got sloppy. The subordinates of the man he captured tried to hire him to free their leader. When he refused, they killed him without another word. Sanz had dog set upon him before he had much of any time to react. While he did stab and kill the beast, his throat was torn open, and the men left him for dead. Somehow, through some combination of tenacity and a stubborn refusal to die, Sanz patched up the blood loss and tried to crawl from the shelter. Whatever gods favored him seemed to wish his survival, as a young paladin and a few others were in the vicinity and able to come to his aid. On the way to town though, it became apparent that he wouldn't survive to the city without some form of healing. The young paladin utilized what healing magic she knew, but could only accelerate the body's natural healing, not give it new life. The result was that Sanz kept his life, but his throat was horribly scarred as a result. In addition, his voice box was torn beyond usability, forever taking speech from him. Even magic cannot restore it, as it would have to effectively undo the healing magic that had already been applied before restoring his throat completely. He was thirteen at the time. After that incident, he left the city as soon as he was healthy enough to, and started to live as a wandering hunter. Much as he wished his father were still alive, Sanz saw that night as a learning experience. Through carelessness, Sanz's father was now dead. But . . . through the same carelessness and perhaps laziness, he was also still alive when he had no right to be. At this point, after eleven years, he takes himself where his feet will him. When it starts to get chilly, he'll head towards warmer climates. If he tires of people, he will disappear into the mountains, only to return a few weeks later and get a bite to eat at the local tavern.

​

*phew*

 

[Sen Pai]

@Ixidor92 his throat was torn open...oh god. *gets a little queasy* lol jk although I would like to see more added to the personality and the history a bit more detailed, I can see that he's already a good character with a wonderful base. ^^ Perhaps get into a little bit more detail? Anyway, accepted. ^^

 

[Ixidor92]

I may alter it a bit later, but for now I'm trying to balance this with a reading/essay assignment. I generally prefer to keep personality descriptions brief, then let the character speak for himself in the rp. But I'll try and add to it later, possibly tomorrow

 

[Nico]

Did we start yet?

 

[Sen Pai]

Did we start yet?

Yes, Nico...we did. xD


http://www.rpnation.com/index.php?threads/tales-of-salisonia-rise-of-the-dragons.14329/


http://www.rpnation.com/index.php?threads/tales-of-salisonia-rise-of-the-dragons.14329/


http://www.rpnation.com/index.php?threads/tales-of-salisonia-rise-of-the-dragons.14329/

 

[Nico]

Thankies, I'll post in the mornin.

 

[Kagerou]

How come no one else seems to have school in the morning?

 

[Nico]

I don't have school ne, I graduated about two years ago

 

[Lucem]

School has cut my RP time by 3/4.

 

[Ixidor92]

I do . . . I just need to take a few minutes here and there to focus on something besides schoolwork. That and my first class isn't until 10

 

[Kagerou]

Oh. .3.


I know, right, Lucy?

 

[Nico]

Though when I start college, my computer time will be cut in half. .n.

 

[VampiricPotato]

Appearance

Just ignore that chain-thingie around her neck, please.


Name: Achlys Hele


Gender: Female


Age: 23


Race: Kahao


Class: Witch (Is this okay? If not, she can be just a mage.)


Appearance Notes: She stands at 5'7", weighs 130 lbs, (Is that average for a woman of that height? If not, I'll fix it.), her ears are the same color as her hair (But with white tips.), and has a wolf tail with the same color fur as her hair and white on the end. She also has wolf-like canines, and can howl and growl. Her muscles are much more developed than those of an average human, despite her not focusing on her physical skills as much. So she is fairly capable physcially. (Strength and speed.) She also has an advanced sense of smell.


Personality: Achlys is a shy, very quiet young woman. She longs for a small group of close friends, but doesn't know how to interact with others well enough to do it. The only person she was able to remain confident around was her mentor, Apulia. Most people who Achlys met in her life simply ignored her due to her shyness and (For a wolf Kahao.) weakness physically.


History:


Achlys was born much weaker than her siblings had been. She was healthy, but not as physically strong as the other pups in her pack being born around that time. She wasn't bullied or anything like that, but she was largely ignored. It was more important to make sure that the stronger pups where fed and cared for.


When she was older, and it was time to begin hunting Achlys proved to be an utmost failure. She caught a few things, but a fair amount of them had been sickly to the extent that no one in her pack would eat them. But one day she was out hunting and she failed to notice that she was in an area that had the scent of other Kahao. She wandered cluelessly into the territory, until she discovered a small cabin in the woods. She walked cautiously over to it, and peeked inside only to see an older wolf Kahao casting a spell over a cauldron. Achlys watched in awe, until the woman said "You are letting the chill in, please step in if you wish to continue watching." Unsure of what else to do, Achlys walked in and stood by the woman, who later introduced herself as Apulia. Achlys was fascinated by the woman's magic, and came by to visit her frequently. She often helped out with odd jobs that the woman would request of her. Eventually, Apulia asked Achlys if she would like to try casting a spell. She succeeded very quickly, much to Apulia's suprise. So she offered that Achlys could become her apprentice.


Many years later, Achlys had grown up, and Apulia had died along the way. It had been a fairly simple funeral, as Apulia had wanted. The formal prayers to the gods, and a few magical blessings. Not long after, however, Achlys had been chased out of her home by Equinas. She is currently making her way to Bran to try and find... Any purpose. Up until that point, all she had not done much besides studying magic.