The Knights of Rhodernia [Semi-Lit+Fantasy] CLOSED

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((I always have Elenwen as one of my characters on these things, she on every mideveil game I've ever played a little ritual of mine DX. I guess I'll try another RP. Man I knew I should have posted this morning!))

[Symphonia]

((I always have Elenwen as one of my characters on these things, she on every mideveil game I've ever played a little ritual of mine DX. I guess I'll try another RP. Man I knew I should have posted this morning!))

((Sorry! DX *Cricket chirps* ...awkward...(: ))

[Hobbit]

Character Form:

Full Name: Daeron Durath
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Town of Origin: Ursum: Ursum lies in the foothills of the Cyrus Mountains, and the poorest of all of the cities. It teems with poverty, thieves, criminals, and all other kinds of danger. The most people here are beggars that leech onto anyone who can spare a coin, or Farmers that dabble on the other side of the law.

Weapon of Use: A whip. Whips are very effective in single combat, but are hard to use in battle, so he also carries two long knives.
Species: Human
Height: 6'7"
Physical Stature: I'm not sure what I'm supposed to put here, sorry.
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Long and Blond
Build: Tall, slightly muscled, not very strong.
Skin Type: Pale
Clothing: Tan pants, short green tunic, leather sandals, a golden shield that covers his right arm
Piercings/Tattoo: This on his right arm. It is always covered by his golden colored sheild.
Anything Else:
Picture:
Personality: Born in Ursum, Daeron soon learned that life was 'survival of the fittest'. His greedy father taught him to steal everything that he could without being caught. His father was a large man, and his son could soon outrun him, so his father sent him to the market places to steal bread, jewelry, and money. He is very fast, light-fingered, sharp-tongued, and cunning. When he was twelve he was caught in the act of lifting a fat nobleman's purse. He was sent to the dungeons, and later sold. His new owner gave him his tattoo to mark him, but Daeron did not stay with him for long. Nearly six months later, he jumped from a bridge and was assumed dead. His short life as a slave mad him very bitter about other humans and he is still tempted to 'borrow' bread and such things.
Strengths: He has fast reflexes, He reacts well to sudden attacks as he keeps his whip in hand. He is level-headed. He can fight with his fists fairly well.
Weaknesses: He can be very bitter and sarcastic. He doesn't trust people easily, however he enjoys talk with others. He cannot fight well in small or crowded places with his long, thick whip. He is not learned, because he was a beggar brat and a slave. He cannot read or write more than his own name.
Fears: He is paranoid that someone will notice his tattoo and turn him in for the reward. He fears a loss of freedom in any way. He is afraid of death. People who practie magic, especially large powerful spells are frightening to him, as his whip is not very effective against those. These all point to the thing he fears most, a loss of control of his own life.
Roleplay Sample:

Sonja stepped from her corner.
"Not allowed to say, huh!" she laughed contemptuously.
"Well, I'm not sure about the rest of my fellow captives, but I won't be bribed with fine gifts.
Besides, I'm no fine princess. If what you say is true, its not for me.
Kill me or let me go."
She ran out of breath at this point in her tirade. She realized she was yelling at several large beasts, any of which could easily kill her as demanded.
For a moment she wavered, but stood tall and looked them in the eye.
The damage was done, the words said. She would stand by it.

{I think I am done. Let me know what I need to fix}

[Lennie]

Unfinished.
Full Name:
Ares Zenobio
Age:
nineteen years of age
Gender:
male
Town of Origin:
the town of Orsal
Weapon of Use:
dueling swords {close range x 3};
---a rapier; a simple silvery sword with a rather thin blade. The handle is unique and intricate, having a swept hilt as a Germanic design. The handle holds an etching, shown very small that appears like this.
---a falchion; a silvery sword with a thin, yet size-wise large blade. The hilt is simple, and it truly is a medieval sword, with the same etching in the upper portion of the hilt.
---basket-hilted claymore; similar to a rapier, the hilt is intricate, holding yet again an etching within it much like the rapier. It has a thicker blade, with a medium size within it. It holds a heavy weight, often requiring up to two hands to use.
Species:
human
Height:
six foot three inches
Physical Stature:
tall, slim, yet muscular; his appearance often confuses people as it hides his strength.
Eye Color:
pure emerald green
Hair Color:
dark, bordering black.
Build:
muscular, yet slim; again his appearance often confuses people as it hides his strength.
Skin Type:
tan, coming from hours in the sun
Clothing:
Often, a simple white button up shirt beneath, it is of thin design, and over it he wears a thicker, faded black cloak that often appears to flow behind him as he walks. He wears a simple pair of leather boots, also faded, and creased at points. He wears simple dark pants, again faded though he cares little about the appearance. He has a simple weapons belt that hangs across his torso at an angle, holding his weapons, gear, maps, etc.
Piercings/Tattoo:
A simple small diamond stud in his right ear, two upper ring piercings upon his right ear. Both made of silver.
He has a vine tattoo that looks like this on his upper bicep, going about it like a ring.
Anything Else:
nothing, will be edited. I can promise that.
Picture:

Personality:
Dark, depressing, yet at the same time, tall and handsome. Ares fits the perfect description of a stereotypical man of tall, dark and handsome. However, unlike what one would expect, the aspect of darkness, comes from his personality rather than by appearance. Often quiet, only talkative if making a sarcastic statement of a sort, he enjoys being rather secluded. He has trouble trusting people, mainly for he fears vulnerability and he fears revealing his emotions to people, particularly for so many times in the past people have turned upon his for having told how he felt. He spends a great deal of time practicing his weaponry skills, taking great pride in his combat talent.

He enjoys nature, spending time outside which is from where his tan developed. Ares, a deceptive and manipulative fellow enjoys tricking people, but often confuses himself as well adding to his clumsiness. He's a grand liar, which can be attributed to his sarcasm, quick wit, and deception skills. Overall however, Ares is entirely a sarcastic, dark fellow who keeps to himself, drowning things out in his weaponry practice.
Strengths:
--lying
--weaponry combat
--sarcasm
--quick wit
Weaknesses:
--untrusting, unfriendly
--dark humor {can be considered a weakness}
--occasional egotism
--obsession with weaponry
Fears:
--spiders {simplistic, I realize}
--vulnerability
--his own emotions
--dying a coward
Roleplay Sample:

She shook her head, her red locks falling into her green eyes. "No you'll enjoy yourself Alice! You'll find that this may be the best thing for you, besides, you may find the perfect guy..."
The neatly polished wood created a dull thudding as I walked. My heart had a sinking feeling, and I dreaded meeting anyone. Maybe I just wanted to prove Sarah wrong. She never had trouble with boys, and I'd envied her for that. I felt forced, being placed on a 'singles' cruise, and besides, in the past, she had led me astray with boys before...
"Alice? How's the cruise going? Have you met any cute boys yet?" I scoffed quietly, leaning back in the beach chair. "As if, the only one that showed interest in me was an obnoxious, immature... Well, I suppose one may call him a man, though I personally believe his maturity level was far to low for that. He, was handsome though."
"You know what your problem is Alice? You're overly analytical of things, and people particularly. Maybe, try and relax. What happened to the optimistic you that I knew so many years ago? Maybe try her bring back again, boy's seemed to take interest in you when you were like that..." "I won't change who I am for any guy Sarah, and you know it."
Click.
Her limp body floated atop a broken piece of wood, and to many she may have seemed lifeless, though her breathing showed otherwise. No one would have taken interest anyways though, after all, no life seemed to be around.
Whether she would wake or not would have been unknown, had it not been for a memory, that awoke her from her state of life.
It seems that I'd gotten used to the aspects of a horrid date by this point in time anyways, but I couldn't help but wish for an actual, caring guy. But I was shaken from my thoughts, literally.
An alarm went off about the ship, and people began to panic. I myself ran down to my room at one point I believe, grabbing a few of my belongings, and a jacket, for some odd reason. Running back onto deck, I saw the world around me as a blur, and I myself moved with the flow, a tad confused, until I struck my head, falling to the ground as the people continued to move about me. My head hit the ground with a dull thud, before the world slowly faded to a swirling black...
Slipping off the simple wooden board, the young lady slipped into the water, coming up momentarily spitting out the salty sea water. Taking a moment to understand what had happened, she grabbed hold of the board, sitting upon it after a moment of attempting balance. Her legs hung in the water, and warm tears ran from her soft, colorful eyes as she realized the accident, and either the deaths of many, or the forgotten life that was hers.

[astrocompass]

((you need to edit your form, we have both our elves already hence why they were taken from the front pages. and we already have a character that uses throwing knives and one who uses dual swords. I cannot accept you until you have))

[Hobbit]

((you need to edit your form, we have both our elves already hence why they were taken from the front pages. and we already have a character that uses throwing knives and one who uses dual swords. I cannot accept you until you have))

I finished my form, have you looked at it?
Sorry to be annoying.

[Moved </3 D:]

( I can't wait to start. ^^ )

[astrocompass]

((im sorry hobbit, I wasn't talking to you and yes of course your accepted. sorry for the confusion I will put him up as soon as I can))

[Lennie]

I apologize for my mistakes, I didn't read through the front too well and I slightly fear that I've missed something else.
Well, I edited my form, and I believe that it is done. Please, tell me if something is seriously wrong though I spoke to you about the weaponry, so I hope that it's all right. :]

[Mayiamaru]

(I changed my form just a bit [first page, near the bottom] I made my character one year older to when she lost her wolf. That version of her seems to fit in better)