Do you like this method of RP?

  • The characters are so cool!

  • Meh, it's okay I guess.

  • LET ME MAKE MY OWN CHARACTERS, HOW DARE YOU TAKE AWAY MY PRIVILEGE.


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If it is okay, I will diffidently join and added to my reserved character's form :D

Name: Alok Ravacaryn
Speciæ: Elven
Age: 15 years, and has a very long lifespan. Appears to be a 15 year old human.
Strength: Tracking. His sight can rival that of a hawk's. Even seeing at night, though dusk and dawn are still a touch difficult. Though he was pressed to do archery by the Savage League, but decided not to because of not being good with archery. Instead, he took to playing the Duduk: a wind instrument popularized by Mr. Tumnas.
Vice: Stealth. He is tall, for an elf, and blushes when it comes up in conversation.
Description: Very light colored, un-blemished, skin. Black hair that is chin length. Pointy ears. Bright, blue eyes. Very hansom, like most other elves. Stands at 5 feet 5 inches, monstrous compared to other elves, which are a very short people, but is the average height of a young human.
History: Born to a wealthy house in the city that the Order Of Light resides in. Alok's mother had a hand with medicines, and was a healer. His father was a Smith, and not a good father or husband, he married Alok's mother for her wealth, he didn't care for her, or his son. This is the limit of what other people know of Alok's past, but there is much they don't know.
Yes, Alok's mother was a wonderful healer, but she couldn't heal everyone. Some in her care, died. A dying girl of some great family was brought to her, and she couldn't save her. Several men approached their compound, and Alok's father, guessing rightly that they wanted revenge for the girl, who was the daughter of a famed outlaw, who led a powerful gang that always alluded the king, fled without warning Alok and his mother. To cut it short, his mother was killed and he killed a attacker with a dagger belonging to his father, horrified by the blood and the possibility of his own life ending, he fled, taking a few things he could carry, and found the Savage League, and joined them.
Personality: Kind, helpful, level headed, very strong in his ideas, but will admit when he was wrong, very intelligent.
Other: He has few possessions, one of which is his father's dagger that he keeps with him at all times, but never uses to fight, unless forced to. His nickname is Hawk, because of his hawk sharp eyes.
Occupation: Junior tracker (Hunting, fighting, basically any kind of tracking) for Savage League.


(Is this okay, or no? Did I change it too much?)
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Whatever floats your goat.
Do you think he nabbed anything with untapped potential from his old home? Maybe a signant ring or some small something that could help the plot?
 
Name: Pax
Speciæ: Human, Irish
Physical description: Auburn wavy hair, piercing blue eyes, and is about 5foot 6 ish.
Age:17
Strength: Speech. Most enjoy his company for he loves to talk and always has a good joke up his sleeve. His name is a bit of a shock at first, sounding similar to a midevil slur. He just laughs. It's a great conversation starter. That, and his prosthetic leg. More than once he has taken it off to scratch his knee, and gotten a google-eyed response from a stranger. Its taking a beating, though. Perhaps he should pay a smithy to make him a new one. This one keeps falling off at the worst times....
Vice: Culture. Though he did all the research he could before jumping into this world, it still confuses him at times, leading to numerous misunderstandings. At times, this can result in dire occasions, like accidentally agreeing to fight an orc that one night in the tavern- but that's another story.
Occupation: Chronicler for Savage league
 

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