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Rossen Hofer was already prepared he would not unstrap his armour, this situation could happen at anytime. He watches as the crew load their crossbows, then everything went so fast. A valley of dead sailors before his feet by the conflict of the two ships, Rossen had to took cover to dodge these attacks until the pirates boarded the ship. He charged with the crew to push the pirates, he swings his sword brutally spreading blood onto his face as he deepens to his enemy neck, he bashed his left shoulder to push the pirate down and he stabs the sword down to twist it afterwards. He swings left and right knocking few down. More stormed onto the ship, Rossen charged in shouting. He took down three down, in the stomach, the neck and kneeling one down to chop of his head. He was not unstoppable, he was grouped on by three pirates. They cut his left arm, Rossen tried to reflect their swords but he was being pushed back in this battle until he was kicked to the ground boards. Rossen slides his right leg to trip one of them down and he continued to reflect their attacks until Rossen gets back-up.

Rossen Hofer, a man who stood most of his time at the back of the ship with his sword in his hand, some would seen the man walking around the ship. He thought back on how this journey began. He met this fellow Jonathan Flowers. Rossen listened, nods and he took his pay of three Golden dragons. He has made his way out of the inn towards his journey to the Pink Maiden. It was peaceful in his side of thought waiting for his arrival to proper start the journey, until he noticed Jonathan wishes for all his men again. Rossen properly should see what is going on, might be something important this time. A sailor was about to approach Rossen only to remember this man is not friendly, the sailor stood there in shock seeing Rossen moving towards the front of the ship for this meeting. He stood with the others awaiting for some answers from Jonathan.

Characters Name: Rossen Hofer Gender: Male Appearance: Short brown hair, full beard, hazel eye colours. He wears rugged leather strappings on his peasent-like clothing. Type of Person (Examples being Knight, Lord, Peasant, Woodsmen): Sellsword, Criminal Reason for accepting contract: For the money, fame and power. He is sick of not getting enough pay so he wishes to take the dragons to highest bidder and get himself his own castle. Short Biography (optional): He was born and raised in the North. He was raised up by his father and mother who were farmers suppyling Winterfell for Lord Stark. At the age of 15, his mother died of sickness and house burnt down to Wildlings. His father and Rossen moved down north searching for place to stay to be refused, they felt helpless until someone needed somebody died, So they accepted, Rossen did not want to kill this man but his father encouraged that the world is cruel and you have to look after yourself, only yourself. His father slayed the man, and this began Rossen career. He continued even if his dad was dead, Rossen became a sellsword to those who wishes people dead or something stolen.

It is a shame late to join I suppose.

Kegan Gillean Kegan glare at the things known as Mgalekgolo, that it was standing near the entrence. Kegan slides his staff from behind his back encase these monsters decide to attack again. He walks few steps to get closer in range distance, he turns to the group with a suggestion. "Should we figure a way out of this room, we are here to investigate. Yes. Blocking the door would not do us any good."

Kegan Gillean He followed the group inside to be suprised of this strange room he has entered, are those spells or lights glowing on the walls. He pondered. Kegan investigates the room looking at the console, not understanding what the tools and buttons are in front of him. He wondered around listening to the group introducing themselves, until Rowan dropped unknown weapons onto the floor. Kegan approached towards them to see from high angle, he looked up confused. "I don't know what non-sense you are talking about. Where in the Fade I was dragged to, or where in Thedos you guys are from. If you want to play games fine, I am a circle mage from Ferelden. Kegan Gillean. Now if you are finished, I need to get home to save my little brother from the Templars."

Kegan Gillean "What is a Zerg..." Kegan pauses dotting his eyes towards the two brutes behind the iron man watching as the shield falls slowly. Kegan's staff tip began to forming a fire sphere charging, he casts a fire ball directly at Odigu. Kegan noticed a red blaster laser he never seen before heading in the same direction.

Kegan Gillean Kegan jumps in shock of sounds of thrust in the air and a unknown man shouting right behind the group. He turns around to spot a strange weapon pointing at them, Kegan raises his staff and he slides his feet apart. Kegan prepares himself in case he has to defend himself, he raises his left hand in the air. "You are not the only one, I want to return back and help my brother before the Templars capture him."

Kegan Gillean Kegan ran up towards the scene of Reia attending with a strange looking man on the floor, Cra. As well as two other guys surrounding over these two people. Kegan sprint in between, breathing in and out heavily. He turns his head to properly find many others following behind, and seeing the plane in the sky. Kegan looks back at the small gathering near the lights. "What kind of place is this filled with strange creatures, weapons and..." He took a glance at Aleaghn and Gorrum "Golems..."

Kegan Gillean Kegan begins pacing step by step backwards after he took a quick glace watching few people leaving towards the lights in the distance. Kegan sees that his ice spell wall managed to stuck the big creature's shield but they were charging something, a spell perhaps. He began to prepare to cast a fire spell until he sees the flying creature or bird cast rock(bullets) to these monsters. Kegan has to get out of here so he sprinted towards the lights to find the girl and strange demons.

Kegan Gillean The situation grew more tense by the minute, he witnessed a unknown creature that a unknown man (Christopher) boarded and send to the skies. Kegan gasped in amazement and wonder. "Wha...wah is that...a dragon...a bird?" He turned around finding more chatter, more unknown faces of strange beings. In armour, demons, a boulder demon. Kegan gasped his staff tightly. The shakes on the ground, Kegan could see Reia fell towards the ground panicking right in front of two massive figures approaching. Kegan sprints forward not caring of the plane zoomed past these hunters, he took his pose and he casted a ice wave towards the hunters to create a barrier to block them.

I don't know about you guys, but the piling of characters may become a cluster **** to our characters. xD Soon or later we need to split up. So our roleplay don't get confusing.

Kegan Gillean Not understanding what Wilson just said, until Reia entered into the scene. Kegan was facing Reia in attack stance, he began to put his guard down to holding his staff with his right hand. He watches Reia walking towards a faint light in the distance, Kegan took few paces forward. "Perhaps a exit out of this place....or world." Kegan follows Reia, he thought deeply. They are all dressed strangely, perhaps from Orlais or some country up north. The weapons are nothing he seen before, must be unique designed weapons. But that Demon, he cannot trust perhaps they are all demons. He must have his guard up just in case. He glares at Alegahn with alert, he replied to Wilson's question that Kegan remembered. "I'm from Ferelden."

Kegan Gillean Kegan turn towards Wilson just noticing him, he inspects the man finding him dress strangely and holding a odd weapon."This is a staff, never seen one before. What country are you from, what weapon are you weilding. A bow of some sorts." He looks at cowering Aleaghn on the floor keeping a eye on his sudden moments briefly and Wilson's.

Kegan Gillean "Cut-ear-Hyl-ian?" Kegan said in a confused manner, he responded quickly. "Are you playing tricks with me, I will not become one of your puppets, demon." He took his wooden staff from his back to stand into his battle stance. His right foot slides forward, left foot back. Kegan's arms apart, and his magic flows into his hands awaiting for the spell Kegan desires. Kegan wait patiently on Algeahn's move.

Kegan Gillean He lift himself up from the world experiencing the strange event, he holds his right hand burnt from his failed fire spell attempt. Was it blood magic and Demons he saw, has he been sent to the fate. He thought. He spots a figure in the distance, an oddly figure that one thought pops into his mind. It looks like a Demon. Kegan breathes in, he slides his wooden staff behind his back and he walks towards the figure Aleghn. Kegan hears strange thunder in the skies but yet no sign of dark clouds, the loudest thing until it drops down to crashing slience. He did not notice the plane landed, Kegan was continuing on his path. He shouts at Aleghn. "Demon, where am I. Is this the fate, answer me!?"

My app is on page 5

Should we make a skype chat, it could speed up the progress of roleplay. Angel, your post is some-what confusing. My character is from Dragon age universe, first page of FRP.

Damn, we need to hit this down the road. Somebody help The White Wolf!

Kegan Gillean Introduction Unknown location, Ferelden, Thedas In the world known as Thedas, in Ferelden. Four young people dressed in robes sprinted down a narrow path to come across large rock formations blocking their way. They look left and right in the tense of the forest, panicking and afraid. These young people were mages, Kegan Gillean wearing different robes to the younger people stood there watching the three mages panicking. "We do not have much time, the Templars are not far," Kegan looks at his younger brother with similar physical traits as him but younger, "We should of stayed back at the Circle." His younger brother looked up at Kegan with furious anger, "Don't look at me as if it is all my fault. The Templars will soon or later kill us." A sudden chatter in the distance from the direction the mages took. The sound of metal clashing together growing louder and louder, an army of Templars is approaching. The mages were shocked that the Templars are this close in so little time. "They are coming," A mage said. Kegan slides out his wooden staff from behind his back standing into a fighting stance. He turned to look at his brother and his brother's friends. "I'll hold them off, we'll meet at Ostagar." The three mages ran towards the right without questioning, Kegan breathes in and spins the staff with his right hand. He was prepared to face the templars.

Originating Universe: Dragon age Name: Kegan Gillean Age: 22 Height: 5ft 6 Appearance (Use pictures if you want): Race: Human Gear: Circle mage robe, wooden staff with blade on top. Short Bio: He was born in Ferelden. He and his little brother was taken by the Templars at the young age. He was locked with other mages in the Circle of Magi tower cut off from the world, here he studied in the arts of magic. He is not powerful like many mages he heard of, he is a mage who passed the Harrowing and member of the Circle until his brother took himself to escape with few friends because of stories they heard in the tower of Templars abusing few of the mages and to be free. Kegan followed to support his younger brother. Where are they currently? Being chased by the Templars, Kegan and his brother with two of his fellow mages running into the rock formations.

I would advise to not split characters far apart from each other, that was the problem last time perhaps spawn them close to each other. *still thinking of a character*

Yes this has returned from many months of death, now to think of a character. So many choices!

New Arab Republic As the cold up lifted from Egypt, Governor Ahmed Salame expands the farming region towards the greenlands near the river Nile.(3 pages) The casualities from this deadly winter took many from the New Arab Republic, the morale was low but Ahmed walked out into the streets for a rally cry that their spirits is not broken and the Egyptian Gods renewed the NAR. The population began to repopulate what they lost, and the streets was filled with life. A exhibition towards the river nile to uncover ruins and secrets from the past. They were supplied with plenty of food, water and camels. These people were chosen with best swimming skill and survival skill. Scouts: The Ethiopian Kingdom A small pack of robed men with wrapped covered the entire face, only a large gap for the eyes to see. They rode on camels, armed with their scimitars and rusty Ak-47. The scouts did not expect to find any survivors with strange colour skin tones and clothing. The scouts replied they are not traders but scouts, and they would like to visit the Ethiopian king.

New Arab Republic At north of Africa, in Egypt. Few cities remain barely untouch from war and the floodings of River Nile and Gulf of Sue. The attraction and the past of Ancient Egypt lies in the expanded red sea to never to see light again. The population of Egypt remain living in the harsh sand lands of Egypt in the farmlands Oasis villages and the new located capital city near the Mediterranean sea. Marsa Matruh. The capital city was half destroyed by the outrage of the past, it was settled as a guarded fort for the people of Egypt in deep needs of defending and the Governors home. The New Arab Republic was a shadow of the past, the religion was converted back to Ancient Egyptian Gods. The military of the NAR armed with Egyptian scimitars and rusty old AK-47. Although the count of bullets in each guns are low of one magizine each. Ahmed Salame, Governor of the New Arab Republic and elected from the people. He walks out into the balcony to fill the chill that he never felt before, the panick on the streets in the capital city of hunger and cold. The New Arab Republic began to having trouble with food resources as it has to be limited to the number population of 300,000. The streets and homes were lit with fire to combat the cold. The Governor sent scouts to the west to attempt to find other survivors to perhaps work together against this aggression cold. The rumours of survivors in the south-east, the Governor sent scouts to investigate but he warned that the chances of survivial is low. Ten men of NAR Military took this chance, wrapped with many layers and began their departure from the village Mut.