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Do you like RPing?

  • YES!!!!! I LOVE RPING!!!!! (Me too! XD )

    Votes: 15 62.5%
  • Yeah, I like RPing.

    Votes: 4 16.7%
  • Um, I guess it's okay.

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • Not really....

    Votes: 1 4.2%
  • No, I hate RPing. ( -_- )

    Votes: 3 12.5%
  • I'm not sure or I'm new to RPing.

    Votes: 1 4.2%

  • Total voters
    24
*= You =*

Name: Brandon.
Nickname: Chopper.
Gender: Male.
Age: 20.
Rank: Leftover.
History: Brandon turned twelve and the king's soldiers came to his home, demanding he came with them to become a rider, he refused, and by the time they dragged him to the castle both soldiers had injuries to tend to, he always fought for the first few years, but when he turned 16, he finally just accepted his role, he had refused to ride a dragon because he thought they were noble creatures, and they didn't deserve the humiliation of being ridden like horses for entertainment.
Personality: Brandon is nice, but he has a mischievous streak in him, and he is rather strong willed.
Description\Picture: Brandon is 6'6 and well muscled, he does most of the heavy lifting for the royals in the castle, he has messy black hair and a full beard, he has emerald colored eyes and a rather disarming smile.
Username: Ember Lily.
Other: Free!
 
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[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]Name: Brandon.[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]
[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]Nickname: Chopper.[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]
[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]Gender: Male.[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]
[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]Age: 20.[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]
[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]Rank: Leftover.[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]
[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]History: Brandon turned twelve and the king's soldiers came to his home, demanding he came with them to become a rider, he refused, and by the time they dragged him to the castle both soldiers had injuries to tend to, he always fought for the first few years, but when he turned 16, he finally just accepted his role, he had refused to ride a dragon because he thought they were noble creatures, and they didn't deserve the humiliation of being ridden like horses for entertainment.[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]
[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]Personality: Brandon is nice, but he has a mischievous streak in him, and he is rather strong willed.[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]
[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]Description\Picture: Brandon is 6'6 and well muscled, he does most of the heavy lifting for the royals in the castle, he has messy black hair and a full beard, he has emerald colored eyes and a rather disarming smile.[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]
[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]Username: Ember Lily.[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]
[/COLOR][COLOR=333333]Other: Free![/COLOR]

ACCEPTED! :D
 
Brandon lifted the ax over his head and brought it down, splitting the log in two, then he picked up another and repeated, and another, and so on until there we're no logs left, just two piles of firewood, it was getting to be evening and he had to get all the wood into piles in every room of the castle, he grabbed his sack nearby and started dropping dozens of logs in, he heaved it on his shoulder, muscles straining, he walked through the kitchen and dropped the sack, making a pyramid pile of logs next to the fireplace, then he wen't through the rest of the rooms, mostly empty and made piles of wood, then he wen't back outside for the rest and continued his work, he finally reached by far the most ornate door, it was made of a dark red wood and had gold patterns on it, along with some writing around the edges of the door he couldn't read, he put his ear to the door, he didn't hear snoring, so he knocked, hoping he wasn't disturbing the king.
 
Brandon lifted the ax over his head and brought it down, splitting the log in two, then he picked up another and repeated, and another, and so on until there we're no logs left, just two piles of firewood, it was getting to be evening and he had to get all the wood into piles in every room of the castle, he grabbed his sack nearby and started dropping dozens of logs in, he heaved it on his shoulder, muscles straining, he walked through the kitchen and dropped the sack, making a pyramid pile of logs next to the fireplace, then he wen't through the rest of the rooms, mostly empty and made piles of wood, then he wen't back outside for the rest and continued his work, he finally reached by far the most ornate door, it was made of a dark red wood and had gold patterns on it, along with some writing around the edges of the door he couldn't read, he put his ear to the door, he didn't hear snoring, so he knocked, hoping he wasn't disturbing the king.

(I've added your character to the character page. :D )

The King awoke. He stood up, looking over at the door. "You may enter." He called. Gera roared.
 

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