The Frozen Thorns [Guild]

[Ragnar'Trurlock 36]

OOC-

-MC name*:

bouby99


-Do you have a VA, and if no are you willing to make one?*:

Yes I do.


-Do you promise to obey to the OOC rules?*:

Yes.


-Do you have Skype? ((For communications sake))*:

 

Yes.


IC-

-RP name:

Ragnar’Trurlock’Gorkil
 

 

-What do you wish to join as, why?:

The Thorn, because Ragnar is a brute, as all orks are. He’s
your perfect bandit, thief, killer whatever you want him to be because he is relentless
and has a very hard time failing. Ragnars killed before and will kill again, as
long as he gets proper coin and bed.


-What can you bring to the Frozen Thorns, what are you skilled in?:

 

I can bring my characters strength and will to kill. Ragnar
is a brutal ork, scarred by his past wars, will not hesitate to follow any type
of orders. He will risk his life for the safety of the guild and any ranking
member in it.


-Race and Sex:

Ork, Male.


-Do you swear to follow the rules of the Frozen Thorns? Refusing to do so will
amount in your death.:

Yes I do.


-Do you have any previous or current loyalties?:

I was a part of The Wolf Pack back in the day. Also other
secret evil groups looking to bring world chaos.


Situational RP Question ((Choose the one appropriate to the Rank you wish
for.))



Thorn---You are given as mission to find and
beat up the minister of a small village, for he has refused to pay taxes to
you.

Assuming Ragnar has been pointed in the direction of where
this village is, Ragnar sets out with his axe in hand and sword on back. After
a day’s travel he arrives. Ragnar looks about the small village realizing there
are very few guards, he laughs to himself. “Dis w’yll bi tuu eezy!” He trots
along to the nearest human and asks him a question. “Ware iz de minezter uv dis
pla’ze?” He looks into the small humans eyes with an unwavering look on his
face. The human mumbles “I—I – don’t know…” Ragnar lets out a loud snort and spits
the snot onto his chest, then immediately grabs him by the throat. “Led mi blah
diz ash moar ty’me. Ware de skah iz de Minezter!” The human jumps a little as
the Orc shouts, losing breath from Ragnars strong grip. “He is.. He’s the next
street over.. In the log house…” Barely getting the sentence off before Ragnar
tosses him to the ground. The human scurries off. Ragnar moves to the next
street to happily see the log house before his eyes. He moves to the door and
knocks loudly. The minister cracks the door and reply’s “Who’s there?” Without
wasting time Ragnar throws his body weight into the door knocking the minister
to the ground. The minster knows why hes here and trys to crawl to his sword.
But that was not fast enough. Ragnar moves to the side of him and with one hefty
kick to his ribs he rolls over himself gasping for air. Ragnar is now standing
over him and speaks to him “Ware de skah iz de goldiez ow’d tu uz!” The minster
quivers in fear. Unsatisfied with the minister’s lack of guts, he grunts loudly
and turns him onto his back. Before the minister could speak again Ragnar has
already landed 2 solid punches to his jawline, dislocating it. He now weeps in
fear and agony. But all Ragnar does is laugh. “Lat gun pay de goldiez nuw!”
Ragnar now shouting. He drags the minister across the floor, “shuw mi ware de
goldiez iz!” The minister raises his hand, shaking from the pain he points to a
hung up painting. Ragnar lets go of him and lets him fall face first to the
ground, he then removes the painting to see a hole in the wall with a large sum
of minas in a bag. He removes it then proceeds to walk towards the door but
turns and says “Rulg.” Before parting ways.   







 

 

[meg 1994]

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.