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CBer Fantasy RP!
CBer Fantasy RP!
I was thinking of doing a fantasy RP, and I came up with this. It's your average fantasy RP, but here's the twist. Your character is you. So my character would be Pete the Trollslayer. Basically what's gonna happen is all the cber fantasy characters will meet up and go on a quest or something. Here's the form:
Name:
Race: (Elf, Dwarf, Nymph, Orc, Wizard, Man.)
Appearance:
Personality:
Career:
Here's mine!
Name: Peter
Race: Man
Appearance: Tall, dirty blonde, wears a red hood, tunic and pants, with a belt, strap, and gauntlets. His main weapon is a large, spiked wooden mallet, and he keeps a large iron sword in a leather scabbard.
Personality: Funny, Alert
Career: Monter hunting.
Have fun!
submitted by Pete the Trollslayer, age Cber moon
(October 19, 2014 - 6:30 pm)
(October 19, 2014 - 6:30 pm)
Hay Ailla, do you mind if I'm the only Nymph? 'Cuz, you can be a... Naiad! It's basically the same thing, but with a different name, and a have a small habit of drowning people. Lovely isn't it?
(October 22, 2014 - 10:24 am)
sure.
(October 22, 2014 - 4:49 pm)
Name: Indigo C. K.
Race: Half Orc, Half Human. ( Suprise Suprise ! Let me guess- you DID NOT see that coming ! )
Appearance: Tall and lithe, for a half-orc, but about average for a human. My hair is dyed crimson at the roots, violet in the center, and indigo at the bottom. I wear a brown tunic, breeches, and a green hat with a feather tucked in it. My weapon is a quiver full of dozens of boot-daggers I call " throwing knives " .
Personality: Tough ( orcs are tough, so yeah, ), rebellious of Orc culture and traditions. A bit clumsy, as well as being lonely, having never seen an Orc-Human halfling. Loves to ride horses, throw daggers, and climb trees.
Career: Odd Jobs. Hunting, fighting, ect.
(October 22, 2014 - 8:07 am)
Brookeira shouldered her staff and snuck after the monster hunter. She froze his feet to the ground as he looked shocked and the mouse tried to free him.
Brookeira laughed, shattering the ice. "Sorry to bother you, just pranking. Anyway, please leave. This is my forest."
(October 22, 2014 - 2:37 pm)
Is Allia ur real name?
(October 22, 2014 - 2:50 pm)
yes
(October 22, 2014 - 4:50 pm)
Oooooooohhhhh!
Name: MapleSyurp ( maple)
race: 1/3 dragon 1/3 cat 1/3 human
AppeArance: tall, auburn hair, blue dragon wings, white cat fur and ears. Brown eyes. Wears purple wtist bands made of iron fish scales, the rest of her armor is made of the same scales. Her hair is pulled into a fishtail. She wears black FAKE leather boots.
personality : idk
career: nature, she takes care of all creatures ( so se is an alliance with nature spirits)
Other; has a gemstone dragon ( made of ruby) named ruby flare
(October 22, 2014 - 4:47 pm)
I didn't think Dragon or Cat were options...
(October 22, 2014 - 5:21 pm)
Well, Dragon is going to have to be an option! I JOIN!!!!
Name: Curious (her truename is unknown to anyone but her)
Race: Dragon, though she looks like an Elf at the moment. (Dragons can do illusory magic that makes them look like other races. Many common folk mistrust Dragons, so this is quite helpful.)
Appearance: In Dragon form, she's an emerald green dragon about the size of a large horse, which is normal for a Dragon her age. In Elf form, she has VERY long black hair and bright green eyes, and wears a soft green wool dress (think medieval commoner). She also wears a complex leather over-tunic with a great many pockets, and carries an ebony staff entwined with vines.
Personality: Enjoys tricking people, not to gain power over the trickee but to "lighten up" a moment. Except when she's tricking her enemies. Is smart, inquisitive (hence her name), and generally kind, though she does have a tendency to do away with honor in order to gain an advantage.
Career: Wizard, even among dragons. (Is Wizard a separate race on this RP? If so, I'll change this.)
(October 25, 2014 - 9:56 am)
I look at the elf, frowning slightly.
"Who says it's your forest? I can fight you easily." I hold my sewing needle tightly in my hand. The elf laughs and picks me up by the tail.
"You are such an adorable little thing!" I squirm in her hand, swearing and yelling. Who is she calling adorable? I'm a mouse! With a cape!
"Don't you know what you are talkin' too? My descendants are knights," I squeak as she flings me into the air.
"And they had sewing needles for swords? Pieces of random cloths for a cape? As tiny as you? With a brain as the size of a pea? Yeah, totally scary," she snorts and drops me onto the ground. I shake my head at her and walk back to Pete. He frowns at the elf and allows me to climb on top of his shoulder.
(October 22, 2014 - 7:14 pm)
Maple-
i fly through the forest and find two inhabitants fighting " it's my forest!" One says " correct. It belongs to is nature spirits, guardians, elves, and all who live here." She eyes me angery " back off this is MY fight." She snaps " no. I could report you to my uncle, the empor if you wish." I say with a straight face my dragon hisses and gets ready to throw fire.
(October 25, 2014 - 4:17 pm)
(Revising your posts because Brookeira doesn't use modern terms)
"A mouse with a sewing needle as an epéé? With discarded colth as a cape? Terrifying." Brookeira smirked.
"It's my forest!" snapped Pete.
"Correct," says another girl, "It beongs to nature spirits, guardians, elves, and all who live here."
Brookeira eyed her distastefully. "This is not your fight."
"I could report you to my uncle, the emperor, if you wish.
Brookeira smiled. "Indeed not. I is against ancient elven laws to tresspass on a druid's sacred grove without permission, which I gave to elves, nymphs, draiads, naiads, and spirits. Oh, and if someone comes to my grove, elven law says I may expulge them."
A sudden flow of ice came, barraging the dragon which flew away in fright. Icicles barraged Mapla, pinning her to the ground. Pete and Squeak ran. The icicles stopped and Brook scowled at Mapla.
"Go."
(October 25, 2014 - 5:25 pm)
I sang the death song of my victim, slowly, "Oooooo, Ahhhhhhhh," I sang, the man drawing nearer, then I header a 'ping'
"Brookeria!"
I lost hold of my victim, Brookeria was my mentor in Frost Magic, since
I was still learning, Our Forest ******* (What should we call it?) was
being invaded! I road on the clouds (Because they are mostly water)
through the sky, jumping down from the cloud I landed atop a pond,
walking on the water with out a ripple.
"Excuse me, why are you in our
forest? It belongs to us, specifically, my friend and, mentor
Brookeria." Just then all the mythical beasts jumped out of hiding,
roughly half of them cried "Hail Brookeria Heir of the Forest's Throne!"
The other half yelled "Forest free, rule not here!"
"STOP! I shall have fighting not, this place is for peace!" Brookeria said in her harsh yet thoughtful and caring voice.
~~~~~
If
you don't like the direction I'm taking this ignore my post okay? But
still, tell me if you like it, for this is more my writing stile in
Medieval tongue.
(October 26, 2014 - 11:11 am)
just telling you guys, i use slang. And if any of you guys play minecraft, you will know some of the terms I use.
Pete slows his walk, frowning slightly. I snort and look back at the elf. Those monsters! I don't care if they think they are so powerful and stuff.
"Those losers! I hate op monsters," I squeak. "They always ruin everythin'." I face forward again and look at my sword.
"This ain't a needle! Those suckers ain't even know how to use a swor'. They just are sassin' little monsters who shoo' ice." I grumble as we keep walking. Pete sighs.
"Would you just be quiet?" He asks as I mumble about elves. I smile.
"Ya get annoyed easil'." I laugh. Pete smacks his head and I have to grab on his shirt to keep myself from falling. He can be so strange at times. I fiddle with my tail and relax myself on Pete's neck.
"
(October 26, 2014 - 12:30 pm)
Maple-
i bare my teeth. I whistle and my dragon melts the ice. I brush my hands off on my pants. " you have nerve. Watch your back, the empor shall know of you soon. If you dare set food in any of the 7 holds you shal- well you will find out if you do." I say as I mount my dragon. I fly of towards the capital, the greatest hold, katskil. My dragon soon nears the ground, and walks to the gates of the city. " halt-" a guard says " shut up you scrum. I have news for my uncle." I hiss " ok." He says as he opens the gates. I fly towards the throat of the world - a mountain that has a palace of wood- also called the dragon seach. I walked in and my uncle him what's going on. He writes down her punishments if she sets foot in a hold. The punishments are
arrestment, magic draining, and time in court, an if she can't prove herself innocent, she will spend _ years/months in jail.
I nod in approval and head down the mountain to the blacksmith my dragon, I need to remair my weapons!
(October 26, 2014 - 5:37 pm)