[Accepted.] The Application Of Roska.

[Vanus 62]

MC Username: Thejubro.

Rp Username (be sure to include the correct prefix, look up on info thread): Currently. Do’Roska.

Character Skillset:

Swords : 100.

Wrestling : 80.

Mining : 34.

Blacksmithing : 61.

Indeed. His a great warrior, who can yield a sword easily.

Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender): Vanus, will be a rusky man, being a bit and tall. He has the black hair from the ages of his brothers. He is the age of 15.

Age : 15.

Subrace :Kha' Cheetrah

Gender : Male.

Personality: Roska, is the man of honour. He can be a shy of either both sides. He serves the realm the best as he can, and will do it to the end of his days. His the man who neither deserves, to live as he seems himself living in the dangers from most of the people. He can be arrogant in some situations, for what he thinks the people of the other realms. His a grumby little man, that likes thins perfect he would smack his way trough his enemies, just to make the one little perfect thing. Roska is indeed heard great tales, of men fighting as he sees himself, in the near future becomming a “Gladiator.”

Please include a short bio of your character's life:

Roska was born, in a family of many siblings and in a little town. He was neither loved, by his father or neither his brothers and sisters. In the young age he was either smacked, for the behavior he had as. He became the years, of his little childish years. He was arrogant, and it continued. One day as the village were in silence, of people and quite nobody there. Roska went outside to see what adventures he could find. He continued the walk, and stumpled into something big. It was suddenly the end of the town, a big house. Roska grabbed his head looking both directions of the house. He supeciously ran into the house, and looked towards a mysteriously table. He saw a thing out of the drawer hanging, he pulled it out as it felt in his hand nothingness. It was a knife of a form, and a spiked knife. He drew it in the air, not knowing if he should leave the knife or continue to adventure with it. *Knock. Click* Was heard, on the door and Roska suddenly turned around. It was another of his kind, taller, stronger. He drew the same kind of sword, as Roska just held in his hands. He ran towards Roska, he took the sword and slashed him across the cheek. Moments were no quick before, Roska drew his knife and fought back, the seconds were not last before Roska were laying on the ground having both feets to the head. He was sent back to the home, of were his parents he got smacked for each time, he tried to defend himself with any word he now could use. The days went. His brother took good care, of him after what he has seen being happend to him. His parent looked towards the brother, and Roska one day as they both sold them to the wilds.

They wandered the wilds, of the desert seeing nothing but only sand. They came closer to the first, house they’ve seen in a long time. They both ran, and smacked the down as it was their last day to live in. They searched for the food, as their wishes went trough. One of the shelves were filled up with fish, rotten fish. They continued to eat the food, instead of dying. They survived the nights so on, as they continued to leave the house and then seek after something new. Days went as they’ stumpled up on something a city, they met other kinds of their races, as they continued deeper into the square of the town.

(( I might edit it cause i’m son of Royced. ))

Character's ambitions: Roska, became a gladiator in the city. He has served well, but yet to be defeat’n. He has not many ambitions to only entertain, to laugh, and serve the Realm as it should be. He has many goals, of joining the military in the nearest future.

_---Situational Rp Questions---_

1.

As you travel through the Karakatuan jungle, you spot a human trespassing on your nation's lands. He approaches you, obviously distressed, and asks for any food, water, or shelter that you can provide, then tells you that he has been lost in the area for days without any proper supplies. How do you react?:

Roska stand infront of the mand, not moving himself in any directions. Roska then titls his heads saying a few words. “Who da’ Ape du’ ‘ere.. ?” Scratches his head, as Roska slightly opens his mouth showing his teeths. The human once more scratches his head, looking too both sides. “What do ye’ mean. ?”. Roska continues to answer the ape. “Ape cutt’a dow’ treeies! Pai fu’ it!” Roska draws one of his blades pointing it to the throat of the human. As the ape answers “What are ye’ going to-do?.” Roska slighty, says a word before he takes an action. “Hand. No’!” The ape, points in the hands in the air. As Roska takes a piece of leather from his belt. After then he begins to bind the man. “Ye’ cum’ to city!”. Roska binds him, tight and secures everything. The minutes went as Roska is now dragging the Ape by side.

2.

As you romp through the lands of the "apes", you come across a tavern. Inside this tavern, a Dwarf notices you and starts gawking at you, then begins to speak.

"Oi! I gots a bowl of cream for you, Kitty! Ha! I'd bet you would make a nice throw rug, wouldn't ya, ya mangy furball?!"

He continues act generally as racist as possible. What do you do?:

Roska walks slowly in his own feet, closer to the dwarf. He looks down at him, as he were some little Ape.“Ape. ?” Roska lifts his one hand, and smacks him across the face. Continues to say the word “Ape” twice. The dwarfs looks up towards the “Cat.” And slightly unsheaths his little hammer. Roska clearly says a word from his own mouth, and begins to blow on his pipe. “Hmm. Ye’ wun’ figh’ ma.. ?” Chuckles, slighty and without further walks out of the doors, and heads towards out of the gate.

3.

One of your fellow Kharajyr and a close friend of yours comes to your dwelling in the middle of the night and begins to pound on your door. After you let him in, he confesses to killing another Kharajyr over a slice of cake. What do you do in response?

Roska stands on his feets looking slightly confused. “Kill’a.. ?”. Roska smacks him, on the side of his head as he usually do to othe people. “Stupie’..” Roska says, and continues to do the same. The friends respone in. “Cuk’.. It’ gu. Fault!” Roska scratches his head, and continues back to his bed. “Leave.. Leave. Or m’ captu’ me’self!”. Roska the day, thinks of many things. He slept, and the days went.

Do you swear to follow the Tlatlanni and uphold his law, and do you swear to hold Metztli and all of her actions as sacred? “Ugh. Ya?” Roska holds up his nose, and continues the word. “Ya.”

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[Lykos 276]

Eh, huge grammatical and spelling errors.

Including those dreadful commas... Please fix these problems... I see no problem with the character you have made, just the spelling and grammar... They are a bit dreadful

There is a possibility that another Aelkos or Xerdun himself will accept you with the application as it is, but from me, it's a no.

This is not a personal attack on you, nor is it me "poking fun" at you.

[DecoLamb 959]

Ouch.. hmm.. well it looks like little sister will have to save big brother again, hm?

[VonEbs 1224]

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[DecoLamb 959]

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We decided to pair our kitties as siblings if we both get accepted. Miia will be his little sister.

[Akeron 55]

Well welcome to the family Deco..

Or atleast maybe. Are you my son (v)anus? ...because I'm not dead you bastard.

Accepted.

[chaotikal 2392]

Dat Royced :3

[Princeton 396]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.