｡◕‿‿◕｡ Hawk Whitestorm

As you walk along the road, you find a small book lying on the side of the road. It appears to be dusty and worn from many handlings. Much of the book is damaged and unreadable. The cover has a strange seal stamped onto it. Flipping through the book, it appears to be a recruitment book for some kind of organization. You flip to the first page. [For those who don't want to read on: You never notice the small book and continue on your journey] The organization known as The Order began as an idea decades ago, back in the days of Aegis when the Undead were still feared creatures and not creatures used to scare children into behaving. It was conceived by a group of men, all from different races and rankings. They sought to create an organization that operated in the shadows, protecting those who needed protection and killing those who deserved a swift death. They sought to bring some semblance of safety in the war-torn Aegis, so that families need not worry about when they will perish, or if they will see their families again. But before this idea could manifest into reality, Al'Khazar fell, and quickly along with it, the rest of the world. Of the group, only one survived and managed to escape into the Verge. This man, known as- The rest of the page is ripped away, looking as if a rabbit had been nibbling at it. You continue to the next legible section. -ttling down in this mysterious new world called Asulon, he postponed the creation of this dream, due to the need to focus on bigger priorities, such as building the city and new-found love. But when he finally had the chance to realize this dream him and his late friends envisioned, he once again postponed. Not sure that this organization was needed at the time, he decided to create another organization, the P- The page once again cuts off, this time appearing to be due to water damage. Large portions of the next few sections are also unreadable. You finally find the next readable section almost halfway through the book. This section appears to be more of a journal, rather than history. While legible, there are many areas that are illegible due to water damage. Alas, I have once again arrived at some unknown land. Many of my fellow travelers call this play Elysium, or something of the sorts. The name really is of no consequence to me. I must find my friends, see who made it to these lands. Perhaps they know where C- -ren seems to have established itself in the valley bordering the ocean. How the engineers managed to bore through the entire mountain to create a passage in such a short time eludes me. I still cannot find my family. Did they not make it to Elysium? I must continue to sear- -ot find them. I pray that they managed to make it, and are simply too occupied with other matters to come search for me. I must move on. Perhaps I will find them in the future. For now, I must focus on the matter at hand. To- -gmen attacked Oren today. They descended from the mountains around Oren, attacked everyone relentlessly. They caught everyone by surprise and managed to push into the city before anyone even knew what was happening. Fortunately, they were pushed out of the city swiftly when the city rallied and fought back. The assault continued for the rest of the night, but the walls of Oren held firm. What worries me is not the attack, but why. Something is afoot here, and I do not like it. Illegible print Its been two weeks. The base is complete. The Order has been formed. The journal ends here. On the final page, in golden ink, the final passage is written. There is a signature on the last page, but it is too smeared to make out. Deciding to take the book back home for further study, you stow it away in your bag. [OOC Note: Those who are interested in joining, proceed to emote B. To those who are not, proceed to emote A.] A: The next time you check inside your bag, the book has vanished, and in its place is a single black rose. You pick the rose up and sniff it, its acrid smell entering your nostril. You quickly toss the rose away and continue on your journey. Slowly, the memories of the book fade from memory, until it is completely and irrevocably forgotten. |~| B: The next time you check inside your bag, the book has vanished, and in its place is a single sheet of parchment. To whoever this may concern: We have sensed that you are interested in joining the Order. Fill this form out, and we will send out a man to come speak to you. [font="Trebuchet MS"][size="3"][b][u][i]Application For the Order:[/i][/u][/b] [i][b]Out of Character information[/b][/i] [b][MCname]:[/b] [b][Age]:[/b] [b][Time-Zone]:[/b] [b][How much time you can be online per day]:[/b] [b][How long have you been playing on the server?]:[/b] [b][Why do you, as a player, want to join the Order?][/b]: [b][Do you have TS?][/b]: [b][Do you have a Skype?][/b]: [i][b]In Character Information[/b][/i] [b]Name:[/b] [b]Have you read, and understood, the Creed?:[/b] [b]Race:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Experience:[/b] [b]Why do you wish to join?:[/b] [b]Describe your personality:[/b] [b]Describe your personal attributes:[/b] [b]Personal Biography:[/b] [b]Will you be one hundred percent loyal to the Order? Do you consider yourself a loyal person?:[/b] [b]Who or what have you been loyal to in the past, such as other guilds or organizations. Are you still loyal to them now? Explain why/why not?:[/b] [i][b]Some Additional Out of Character Questions[/b][/i] [b][Show me you know how to talk in OOC:][/b] [b][Will you, both ICly and OOCly, commit yourself to being part of the Order?][/b]: [b][Link to VA for applying character if you have a VA:][/b] [b][Link to Server Application (if findable):][/b] [i][When applying, grammar and capitalization do matter!][/i] [/size][/font] You quickly return home and begin to work on the application. |~| OOC Note: While we do assassinate when required, we aren't a purely assassin group. We do other activities besides assassinations also. Just putting that out there!

Your OP doesn't really convey that. The OP seems to say that you must be fat to be strong.

Actually, fat and strength have nothing to do with each other. Fat is related to endurance. The body uses fat when the body runs out of quick access fuel, which is usually carbohydrates. The Olympic lifter is fat because he needs it to balance himself out. He doesn't need fat because lifting doesn't require so much fuel that he runs out of carbs. If he was light, the weight of the weights would make him topple over. I think what you're trying to say is that fat men can be strong, but it comes across as only fat men can be strong.