The Frosty Fury

[Felyndiira_Do'arn 6]

MC NAME: ChaChaPanda

RP NAME: R'haego Lunare

BIO:R’haego was no different from any other dark elf. Unlike what some believe, they were a peaceful people, content to leave the world be. Living in a small, secluded grove deep in a moon-kissed forest, he grew up as a simple farmer, working the land by day, praying to the moon at night. He lived only with his father and mother, and their home well hidden, so in his early years he knew little of the outside world. Shortly after he reached adulthood, his parents passed away naturally, and he was left to fend for himself. He mourned for a short while, but he was sure the moon would care for them. He had never thought of leaving his small, solidarity life, but then something happened that shook his whole world.

R’haego awoke to the sound of burning, and harsh, cackling laughter. Smoke clotted his nose, and he rolled out of bed, coughing. He lay on the floor for a second, then crouched low and made his way to the door to see what was going on. Just as he was about to open it, an impulse drove him to double back and grab his father’s bow which he had preserved since he had passed away. Whatever was out there, they didn’t sound peaceful. As he left the hut, his eyes were assailed by a scene the likes of he had never seen. Ancient trees lay felled across the forest floor, dead timber littered the ground like confetti and a devilish red light lit the forest. Then, in the corner of his eye, he saw them. Black cloaked figures with unseen faces that seemed to fade into smoke when you looked straight at them, leisurely strolling down the game trail that led to R’haego’s grove. Trails of fire and destruction lay in their wake, even as he watched one turned around and blasted the foliage with pure fire. The others laughed, a vicious sound that hurt R’haego’s ears. Suddenly, the shadows fell silent. A new creature appeared, moving slowly towards the log R’haego was hiding behind. The others cowered to the side of the path, apparently struck by fear. It did not have a form; or rather it was so terrible that it could not be comprehended. It seemed to suck the colour out of the vibrant forest as it passed, leaving a grey husk. Despite never having used a bow in his life, R'haego knew what would happen if he let the beast get to close, and he knew what he must do. Drawing the bow silently, he nocked an arrow and prepared to leap up and take a shot, as he had seen his father do a thousand times. Mentally lining up the shot he would have to make, he bunched his legs, jumped upwards and released. The shot flew past the beast, missing by metres. Slowly, the monster turned to R'haego. The only part if it that looked recognisable as part of living thing was the eyes, those terrible dark red eyes, eyes that killed and burnt. R’haego felt a fear like none other. Forgetting his home, he dropped the bow and ran.

Over the next years, R’haego moved from town to town, trying to find somewhere to fit in. Unable to start up a new farm, he took odd jobs, such as guarding and even mining. When travelling, tormented by nightmares of the beast, he decided that he would not, could not bear to be helpless again. He tried to use a bow, but was unable to make himself fire a single shot. Every time, he would see in his mind’s eye, that miss that had cost his old life. So, he took up the sword. Training every night, he found ways to make up for his inherent weak strength that caused most elves to avoid swordplay and became a considerable force with a blade. This was how he continued, training, working and fighting, until he found the cloud temple of Aegis.

After years travelling, R'haego had found a place to start anew. Over the years, he would feel the hurt of losing his home less, but he trained with his sword every night, lest the beasts again. He would be ready.

Since then, R'haego has done much, but achieved little. Spending what little money he had to feed himself, R'haego never made enough to buy a home, or gather any substantial wealth. Although he has not been able to ply his living as a farmer, R'haego has been forced to hunt for a living, which has improved his skills at the blade. However, he feels the call of the land and wants to settle down in a community he can value, and that will value him.

What skills can you offer?: I excel at farming and swordsmanship, and should the need arise, I can build.

Do you think your good at Rp?: Role-playing is something I take pride in, and I would like to think I am fairly good.

Do you agree to our rules?: Yes, I have.

Have you ever been banned? If so what for? No, I've never been banned.

One question, what time are The Frosty Furies normally online? I am usually on from 4:30-8:00pm GMT, how does this compare to other members?

EDIT: Wow, sorry for such a long bio, didn't even realise!

[Trevisdabomb 0]

MC NAME: Trevisdabomb

RP NAME: Malachi

BIO: When Malaki was born, he was the runt of all the other children. He grew up and was always the smallest of all the elf kids. He was picked on, bullied, but after a while it didn't bother him and he learned to forgive the bullies and to go on with his life. But once he got to the age of 18 he sprouted up like a plant and he became one of the tallest elves. He always hoped that he would be tall like his dad and he had finally grown tall enough. Malaki loved his dad so much but he was lost in battle and was never seen again. He doesn't know what happened to him but all he knows is that he could still be alive. He has to find him, it's the only way he can have closure, whether it be his dad, alive, or just his body. He had to find out.

What skills can you offer?: I can offer my sword skills and my farming skills.

Do you think your good at Rp?: Yes I do.

Do you agree to our rules?: Yes.

Have you ever been banned? If so what for? Yes I have been banned for questioning what a Mod does.

[aldo000100 0]

MC NAME: ChaChaPanda

RP NAME: R'haego Lunare

BIO:R’haego was no different from any other dark elf. Unlike what some believe, they were a peaceful people, content to leave the world be. Living in a small, secluded grove deep in a moon-kissed forest, he grew up as a simple farmer, working the land by day, praying to the moon at night. He lived only with his father and mother, and their home well hidden, so in his early years he knew little of the outside world. Shortly after he reached adulthood, his parents passed away naturally, and he was left to fend for himself. He mourned for a short while, but he was sure the moon would care for them. He had never thought of leaving his small, solidarity life, but then something happened that shook his whole world.

R’haego awoke to the sound of burning, and harsh, cackling laughter. Smoke clotted his nose, and he rolled out of bed, coughing. He lay on the floor for a second, then crouched low and made his way to the door to see what was going on. Just as he was about to open it, an impulse drove him to double back and grab his father’s bow which he had preserved since he had passed away. Whatever was out there, they didn’t sound peaceful. As he left the hut, his eyes were assailed by a scene the likes of he had never seen. Ancient trees lay felled across the forest floor, dead timber littered the ground like confetti and a devilish red light lit the forest. Then, in the corner of his eye, he saw them. Black cloaked figures with unseen faces that seemed to fade into smoke when you looked straight at them, leisurely strolling down the game trail that led to R’haego’s grove. Trails of fire and destruction lay in their wake, even as he watched one turned around and blasted the foliage with pure fire. The others laughed, a vicious sound that hurt R’haego’s ears. Suddenly, the shadows fell silent. A new creature appeared, moving slowly towards the log R’haego was hiding behind. The others cowered to the side of the path, apparently struck by fear. It did not have a form; or rather it was so terrible that it could not be comprehended. It seemed to suck the colour out of the vibrant forest as it passed, leaving a grey husk. Despite never having used a bow in his life, R'haego knew what would happen if he let the beast get to close, and he knew what he must do. Drawing the bow silently, he nocked an arrow and prepared to leap up and take a shot, as he had seen his father do a thousand times. Mentally lining up the shot he would have to make, he bunched his legs, jumped upwards and released. The shot flew past the beast, missing by metres. Slowly, the monster turned to R'haego. The only part if it that looked recognisable as part of living thing was the eyes, those terrible dark red eyes, eyes that killed and burnt. R’haego felt a fear like none other. Forgetting his home, he dropped the bow and ran.

Over the next years, R’haego moved from town to town, trying to find somewhere to fit in. Unable to start up a new farm, he took odd jobs, such as guarding and even mining. When travelling, tormented by nightmares of the beast, he decided that he would not, could not bear to be helpless again. He tried to use a bow, but was unable to make himself fire a single shot. Every time, he would see in his mind’s eye, that miss that had cost his old life. So, he took up the sword. Training every night, he found ways to make up for his inherent weak strength that caused most elves to avoid swordplay and became a considerable force with a blade. This was how he continued, training, working and fighting, until he found the cloud temple of Aegis.

After years travelling, R'haego had found a place to start anew. Over the years, he would feel the hurt of losing his home less, but he trained with his sword every night, lest the beasts again. He would be ready.

Since then, R'haego has done much, but achieved little. Spending what little money he had to feed himself, R'haego never made enough to buy a home, or gather any substantial wealth. Although he has not been able to ply his living as a farmer, R'haego has been forced to hunt for a living, which has improved his skills at the blade. However, he feels the call of the land and wants to settle down in a community he can value, and that will value him.

What skills can you offer?: I excel at farming and swordsmanship, and should the need arise, I can build.

Do you think your good at Rp?: Role-playing is something I take pride in, and I would like to think I am fairly good.

Do you agree to our rules?: Yes, I have.

Have you ever been banned? If so what for? No, I've never been banned.

One question, what time are The Frosty Furies normally online? I am usually on from 4:30-8:00pm GMT, how does this compare to other members?

EDIT: Wow, sorry for such a long bio, didn't even realise!

This was OUTSTANDING I dont think ive ever became engrossed in bio before but i certainly did in yours.

Accepted.

[aldo000100 0]

MC NAME: Trevisdabomb

RP NAME: Malachi

BIO: When Malaki was born, he was the runt of all the other children. He grew up and was always the smallest of all the elf kids. He was picked on, bullied, but after a while it didn't bother him and he learned to forgive the bullies and to go on with his life. But once he got to the age of 18 he sprouted up like a plant and he became one of the tallest elves. He always hoped that he would be tall like his dad and he had finally grown tall enough. Malaki loved his dad so much but he was lost in battle and was never seen again. He doesn't know what happened to him but all he knows is that he could still be alive. He has to find him, it's the only way he can have closure, whether it be his dad, alive, or just his body. He had to find out.

What skills can you offer?: I can offer my sword skills and my farming skills.

Do you think your good at Rp?: Yes I do.

Do you agree to our rules?: Yes.

Have you ever been banned? If so what for? Yes I have been banned for questioning what a Mod does.

Approved.

[Felyndiira_Do'arn 6]

What time shall we meet? I am in the GMT timezone and should be free for most of tomorrow.

[Ventus 16]

The Fury is back, accepting apps

[Lym 849]

This current Guild has been deemed inactive and has hereby been moved.

If you wish to appeal this decision you must present evidence to myself proving the guild is still active.