A Broken World [rp]

Screw it, ill give this a shot.. haha

Name: William

Gender: Male

Age (Note that any very young or old age may limit rp): 17

General Appearance (picture or photo accepted):
Height: 5' 8''
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color: Dark Tan
Eye Color: Hazel
Marks: Curved scar on his upper right cheek given to him by his father

Parent Jobs (Choose 2 – Whether any parent is alive or dead will be randomly assigned): Noble/ Veteran fighter/ Regular Soldier/ Nurse/ Merchant/ Caravan Driver/ Farmer/ Nomad/ Woodcutter/ Blacksmith/ Cook/ Miner/ Hunter/ Fisher/ Outlaw/ Peasant/ unknown /none (You were an orphan)
Mother: Hunter (Deceased)
Father: Blacksmith (Unknown)
Jobs in your early life: I was Mother's apprentice, without my fathers knowledge.
Current Job: Outlaw

Quick Backstory (e.g: How comes both your parents were nobles but you still became a nomad child?): I cant remember much of myself when i was a child but i do remember mother and father were very different people, they were never able to agree on anything. Around the age of 4 my father hurt me out of rage and me and my mother moved away, we never stayed in one place for a long time. Constantly she was teaching me how to use a bow and daggers. I would hardly be able to get any rest because of the rigorous training she put me through. By the age of 10 i was able to shoot any game i could right between the eyes, every time. By the age of 14 I was able to sneak up on an animal and kill it with my daggers. a few months after i turned 15 me and my mother were attacked by a gang. I was able to outrun them, but my mother didn't make it. Life has been tough for me ever since, but i've been able to miraculously stay alive. I earn my money by stealing or doing quick, easy errands for other people.

Goals in life (note that these goals can change. Please don’t be too specific. Use some Logic E.g. “Be king” with Jobs saying something like Peasant/Peasant/Poacher is probably not going to be accepted – but may still happen during the rp): My only goal in life is to enjoy it while I can.

Any other things you want to mention:
I'm fast, intelligent and highly dexterous

Question: How long do I have to respond before my character gets affected by outside forces?

 

As the twilight of the forest has always seemed more appealing, I try to recall everything I read about surviving in the wild, and turn left, filled with determination.

 

DETERMINATION
KEEO GOING
(Undertale)

 

Welp, this is Ascended's personality when she got Undertale. DETERMINATION!

 

Name: Robert Kailo (Rob)

Gender: Male

Age: 26

General Appearance (picture or photo accepted): 5"6, jet black hair, one red iris one blue iris. Strikingly average.

Parent Jobs: Veteran Fighter/Peasent

Jobs in your early life: Squire

Current Job: None

Quick Backstory (e.g: How comes both your parents were nobles but you still became a nomad child?): His father was a Veteran, and had returned from war with no home or family. He met a poor Peasent woman, and he took a liking to her. Soon they were wed. When Robert was a child, his father made sure to train him into being a fighter, and soon enough he was a squire to a knight. He left the knight at the age of 25, much to the dismay of his father.

Goals in life: To fight and maybe, just maybe, to overthrow the king

Any other things you want to mention: scared of spiders

 

(just my personal question)
Why would he want to

without a reason?

 

'Because I've seen one too many people get excecuted by the king during the time I was a squire to that knight. It's just horrifying' my character would say. What I would personally say (ooc) is 'He's been training to fight for years but refuses to fight in war or be loyal to the king after witnessing several excecutions'

 

Name: Yun Che ( known as boss che perv che ext)

Gender: Male/ Female/ Eunuch (Note this can be male or female and is really just there for rp purposes) male

Age (Note that any very young or old age may limit rp): 18

General Appearance (picture or photo accepted):a bit tall with blond hair blue/green eyes white skin in a whie robe with golden embriodenments

Parent Jobs (Choose 2 – Whether any parent is alive or dead will be randomly assigned): Noble/ Veteran fighter/ Regular Soldier/ Nurse/ Merchant/ Caravan Driver/ Farmer/ Nomad/ Woodcutter/ Blacksmith/ Cook/ Miner/ Hunter/ Fisher/ Outlaw/ Peasant/ unknown /none (You were an orphan) oprhaned at young age

Jobs in your early life: Privileged Noble’s Child/ Squire/ Lady-in-waiting/ Goods Peddler/ Apprentice/ Assistant/ Street Lurker/ Nomad Child/ Poacher/ None ^

Current Job: Privileged Noble’s Child/ Squire/ Lady-in-waiting/ Student/ Goods Peddler/ Apprentice/ Assistant/ Street Lurker/ Nomad Child/ Poacher/ None^

Quick Backstory (e.g: How comes both your parents were nobles but you still became a nomad child?): I was Oprhaned at young i was sent yo horrable people they turtured me and used me as an assassain, im trained with teleportation magic swordplay and using orbs of darkness

Goals in life (note that these goals can change. Please don’t be too specific. Use some Logic E.g. “Be king” with Jobs saying something like Peasant/Peasant/Poacher is probably not going to be accepted – but may still happen during the rp): Find Out parents Kill The King

 

Eh... Is it just me or it looks like a summarized form of my own appeal .-.?

 

Sooo... Sorry about not replying but im here now and will gradually be writing up replies. To make sure you don't block each others actions ill answer all of you at once so it might still take a while for the replies to come in.

 

My answers are in bold.

Name: Reflet

Gender: Male/ Female/ Eunuch (Note this can be male or female and is really just there for rp purposes)


Age (Note that any very young or old age may limit rap):
16

General Appearance (picture or photo accepted):

Spoiler: Big image is big

Note: It's the actual Reflet from Fire Emblem Awakening

Parent Jobs (Choose 2 – Whether any parent is alive or dead will be randomly assigned): Noble/ Veteran fighter/ Regular Soldier/ Nurse/ Merchant/ Caravan Driver/ Farmer/ Nomad/ Woodcutter/ Blacksmith/ Cook/ Miner/ Hunter/ Fisher/ Outlaw/ Peasant/ unknown /none (You were an orphan)

Jobs in your early life: Privileged Noble’s Child/ Squire/ Lady-in-waiting/ Goods Peddler/ Apprentice/ Assistant/ Street Lurker/ Nomad Child/ Poacher/ None



Current Job: Privileged Noble’s Child/ Squire/ Lady-in-waiting/ Student/ Goods Peddler/ Apprentice/ Assistant/ Street Lurker/ Nomad Child/ Poacher/ None


Quick Backstory (e.g: How comes both your parents were nobles but you still became a nomad child?):
(Ofc my brilliant backstory is pretty much the example. Ahem) Reflet's mother couldn't explain how or who she had a child with, as her father was an outlaw and would surely be executed for such an offense. Eventually the other nobles got tired of waiting for an answer and plotted to kill Reflet. Her father had snuck into the city at that time and thwarted the noble's plans. Reflet and her father escaped the city, and her father taught her to be a poacher before leaving her forever. (Not sure if that's brief enough, sorry)

Goals in life (note that these goals can change. Please don’t be too specific. Use some Logic E.g. “Be king” with Jobs saying something like Peasant/Peasant/Poacher isprobably not going to be accepted – but may still happen during the rap):
To end government corruption.
Any other things you want to mention: I wish I'd found this sooner T.T

 

You reach hawaha in the early hours of the morning and the sun is just going up over the horizon. Most shops are closed but you manage to find a small store owner who is just entering his shop and ask for some basic food supplies.
He grunts and hands you a small packet of bread and some cheese, as well as a tiny slice of ham he happened to find. You pay 11 denars and take a few bites before taking in the surroundings of the town.
A few more people are about now. More shops are opening and the first early shoppers are around. Theres seems to be some commotion further down the road, and a caravan is arriving from the northern trade route.

People start crowding around as a helper picks her up and carries her inside to a free bed. The helper places her down and hurries off again to serve another sick patient as you look down on her and try to assess the symptoms.
She retches again, nothing comes up. Another helper rushes to you with a leather flask of water and starts trying to give it to your trainee, Alicio.

Accepted - as a 25 year old. You have been placed in Kiruk Forest ( http://prntscr.com/9h1026 )
Geographical Lore:
Kiruk is a small town that lives mostly off woodcutting and wood crafts trade, both of which has suffered as the able bodied were having to fight in wars and the trade with other regions was capped. Previously, loggers from Kiruk would use the direkt trade route to Birtel and then the docks there to ship the timber into the southern wastelands to the towns that lay beyond. Nowadays none of that happens.
Still, the hard working can make a living, even if it isnt the best, they can get by. It is known that nothing ever happens in Kiruk, and it is a common saying that Kiruk is as boring and never-changing as the forest it lies next to.
RP:
You spend your days walking through the forest looking for herbs and plants to use in your potions, often only returning at night to your hut. You often find letters there adressed to you, asking for a specific potion or remedy - you are known among the people of Kiruk.
Your potions usually work, many in town call you "Morgana the witch", you laugh it off most of the time, anyone with enough time and study could achieve the same potions that you brew, and you often explain the ingredients if anyone cares to investigate further. A nickname like "the witch" could be dangerous in these times.
It is early in the morning when you hear a sharp rap of knuckles on your front door. Customers arent usually this early...

You find a few edible berries, and manage to catch a mouse that you found sleeping underneath a root. You start a quick fire and cook the mouse while you try and find the hoof prints in the dirt - by now mud after the storm last night.
You find some more mushrooms but you arent quite sure of them...

Oi dont say that

You check your food supplies and work out you have barely enough for a single day. You shake your head - you would have to steal if you wanted to get enough to make it out of here properly.
You get up early in the morning and spot a small wheelbarrow with some food supplies around a corner - A shop owner must have left it unattended for some reason. You cant quite see what is around the corner, for all you know you might walk straight into a guard. You debate whether the risk is worth the reward...

Denied.

 

Accepted! You were placed in Trinida ( http://prntscr.com/9h18ov ).
Geographical Lore
Trinida - while under Sariel rule and the kings control, likes to consider itself part of the northern lands under another king and another rule, as do all towns and villages north of the river.
King Grusalf however is aware of this and has therefore decided to increase the number of men at arms in this area, to make sure people obey his orders and dont defect - Several past rebellions have started in Trinida, and the surrounding villages are known for their fierce warriors.
Despite regular mounted patrols along main streets life goes on mainly as normal. Crime rates are low and poverty is kept under control as much as possible, however other things rather than politics haunt these lands. Crops are dying without reason and last years harvest was the worst on record, even compared to the great winter 15 years ago where the frost destroyed most of the yield. Many people blame a curse, black magic or some other supernatural. Others claim it is a sign from god that it is time to rebel (of course - these people are immediately "dealt with" by the friendly neighborhood guard).
The Granary stores in Trinida will last another year at least even with these meagre harvests, but after that no one knows.
RP:
You live in a small flat, second floor, in a more run down part of town. Or rather, you and 6 others. You do whatever is necessary to survive, and to pay the monthly rent - and so do your 6 "friends".
Despite close vicinity to them you have yet to build up any personal connection to them. The only conversation you have with them is usually about rent - or more specifically about the lack of rent one of them - Hirtus - is paying.
You are disturbed in the early morning by a crash and the sound of people running outside. It is remarkably warm inside for such an early hour. Your bunk mates are still asleep and you wonder why it is so warm - and whether to stay in bed a little longer.
Depends how important your actions are currently to the storyline. Usually ill give you a few pages (advances in storyline are measured in amount of forum pages i fill with text).

You pick up a brisk pace towards the forest, but you soon breathe heavily with exhaustion. For someone with such determination you really dont have much stamina. You only stop once you feel you are deep enough into the forest to avoid detection, and by the light of the sky you guess the sun is about to rise. You yawn and look down on the ground in front of you - it is covered with moss.
Soft moss... probably very comfy to simply lay down in.
You shake your head to clear out these thoughts of rest... food first you say out a little too loud and you hush yourself. You begin looking for something edible when you stumble across some more moss.
Soft moss... probably very comfy and...

Spiders are scary as hell.
Accepted! You have been placed in Skit ( http://prntscr.com/9h1gcp ).
Geographical Lore:
Skit is the only town under the rule of fort Merentel, and the current lord wants everyone to know this. There are banners of his lordship all about town, all public announcements and events begin with the praising of the lord or with a ceremonial banner carrying - so are the rules.
Only once did the king come to visit Skit. He seemed to be amused by the amount of banners flying about but did not say anything, which the lord took as encouragement.
Despite the military presence of the kings men being strong in Skit, the lord has the need to have his own army as well - obviously dressed in his banner colours and always accompanied by a trumpeter. The skill of these men is often doubted but the lord is known to recruit high knights into his army.
Despite all this propaganda the lord of Merentel keeps himself away from politics, he does what has to be done to stay in his position of power but no more. He keeps the lands assigned to himself well guarded but has only once sent his army outside his lands - to chase down a few bandits that had escaped capture in Skit
RP:
Working at fort merentel as first with your knight, you moved to the only town you knew, Skit, expecting to find work quickly. However the life as a common worker didn't suit you. At least at the fort you were treated with respect and lived with a certain amount of standard. The errand boys call you "The little lord", constantly teasing you for the way you talk, behave, walk and go about your life.
Taking any job you can you find yourself as a delivery worker, taking an armful of crudely made swords to the armory when a group of errand boys walk past you, jeering at you. One of them knocks your shoulder making you drop your load. You have enough and glare at them while you slowly pick up a sword from the ground...

Denied

Big picture is massive. Also - At least now you have :P
Accepted! You have been placed in Simmerton ( http://prntscr.com/9h1lpj )
Geographical Lore:
Simmerton has never been a large town. For some reason there were never enough people moving to simmerton to allow it to grow. Everyone that lived here always seemed to be "on their way through" or "just staying until they found something else".
Not like simmerton is a bad place. Sure, poor, dirty, but not a lot worse than anywhere else. Its just the location, and the thought of simmerton being just a "passing by" town that never made people want to stay.
Those that do stay are usually of the nobility, unwilling to move and give up what they have. This has made them into an even tighter knit community than usual, generations of families in the same small town while everyone else moved on.
This different constellation allows for a large displacement of power from the military might in Simmerton to the Nobility that really rule there. Whether this is really a lot better than the harsch rule of the King is yet to be debated, but a kind of idea has started to rise here, something the students that pass through simmerton call "democracy". A fancy word for a group of old men that never get anything done - at least thats how most commoners would regard it, but to the nobility - it makes them feel special.
RP:
In a place where everyone is moving no one questions a young girl walking hastily through the streets. Much to the girls advantage - the poached goods under her coat are best kept concealed.
Despite the problems you have had with the nobles in Simmerton you have decided to come back. Not because of homesickness, nostalgia or some other reason people use to go back to where they come from, but for lack of other good alternatives. If you wanted to hide somewhere, you would have to go where no one stays for long, and Simmerton was the place.
You spend every day the same, either poaching or living off what you have caught. It is a boring life and you dream of overcoming this at some point.
You are out one day, bow in one hand, the other hand brushing a loose hair strand out of your face while focusing on a large hare sitting wide open in a field near the forest edge south of simmerton.
You pull the string back, inserting an arrow into the bow as you do so. You lift the bow up until the string only just touches your lips, and bring the arrow level to your eye. It is only you and the hare.
Except it isn't. There are voices approaching behind you, heavy footfalls. Your eyes dart to and fro looking for a place to hide as the hare bounds away out of sight.

 

I made my appeal a bit more legit .-.

 

When I awoke my first thought was... Fire. I got up swiftly, awoke my "friends", grabbed my weapon and hurried outside to see what was going on

 

I shrug them off and continue to pick up my load.

 

My eyes rest on the only hiding places: the trees and bushes in the forest behind me. I dart for the nearest bush.

 

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As stealty as I can, i peer around the corner quickly.

If guard = true

Make distraction and take food and run.

If guard = false

Take as much food as I can and run.

 

I inspect the mushrooms, examining the tops, before realizing it wasn't worth the risk. I turn back. I pack my things and leave back to my master realizing I have really no leads, except that girl in hawaha