Phibbup

. . But you're STILL BACK IN AEGIS/VERGE.

-Permadied -Sliced on the chest -Burnt ALIVE -Hypothermia -STILL ALIVE? I can feel the legit.

(( Smell the legitness ))

(( Note to self : Get offline ASAP if Urasept is online ))

(( You said you soulstoned away whilst imprisoned. n_n ))

[[ I hope you realize, Elves are MUCH taller than 4'8", Even when that young~ ]]

-Strokes his "DAT ASS" folder, containing all of his screenshots of victims-

(( Invalid : Reason? You're still a male dwarf in bio. ))

I need 475 Munnies.

MC Name: Shpoop In Game Name:Philip, possibly Kiune when/if citizen. I'll do more searching for interesting names later. Position applied for (citizen or video): I would appreciate the position of citizen, yet unfortunately cannot be a video-recorder. If I could set-up a fraps, then I would only be able to run a single other browser for 5 minutes until it crashed. 3-4 sentence backstory and history of this character: ( backstory of transfer of Kiune) As the nations waged war, while towns flocked Asulon, a small band of humans, particularly known for herding, ventured forth across Asulon for shelter, food, and water. The illiterates, often calling themselves 'Tyunas', for they hunted particularly cows, often referred as "Tyus". The average height was the opposite as their knowledge; Standing above 6'5" easily, as their capacity for knowledge was limited to stabbing, creating fire, and survival. Although, the herdsmen were both hunters and gatherers, as gatherers were those incapable to hunt; mostly for the women and "iun", the smaller, weak men. As a single gatherer, Kiune,grew lost from disorientation. As he stumbled in hopes of reaching his fellow tribesmen, Kiune stumbled upon an abandoned ruins. Carefully examining his surroundings, Kiune desperately threw a rock towards the lower staircase, leading to an endless hallway. As the echo of the chucked rock fainted, Kiune stepped backwards from dis-interest, then. . . Awakening, Kiune clutched his lower torso in pain, and noticed the blood spilling. Running in fear, Kiune sprinted towards the nearest hill to shout for help. " Hui! " The echo fainted, leaving Kiune to himself. Hours grew to days, only to replenish to fortdays then months, Kiune had discovered a thriving location referred to as " Holm. " Incapable to read, Kiune aimlessly stumbled inside the settlement. Kiune's jaw dropped with fear, yet amusement; Large, what he thought was, sky-high buildings towered high above Kiune. Finding a comfortable location, Kiune rested his head for the morning, yet found silver and gold-like objects; Minas. The glistening objects sparked Kiune's interest for wealth. Little had he known, he had ventured inside the World desperate enough to slash and kill Kiune's body for those single amounts of change. " Rich Rui's Oiu. " Translations : Tyuna- Word standing for 'Cow hunters. ' Tyu- Cows, the preferred animal for the Tyunas. Iun- A weak, scrawnier man, particularly standing below 5'11". Rui- Man. Oiu- World. Sample RP scenario: You are walking along a busy market place, it is mid-day and everyone's spirits are high. In a blink the stall to your right explodes in fire. Injured citizens lay around you and smoke fills the air. How would you react?: Fearing the " Wuo", 'The devil's magic', Kiune desperately stomps at the burning wood laying near the injured men and women. Noticing little change, Kiune, metaphorically, grows an idea, tears a small-bit of cloth from his pants, and slings a single (wo)man over his shoulder, and lying them down a good 30 meters away. Kiune sprints to-and-fro, growing exhausted from the lifting. As the final survivor is relocated, Kiune continues his desperate attempts to save the stall, continuing to hold the rag upon his mouth and nose. [color="#00FFFF"]Are you available on Saturday March 3rd 2012 from 4pm – 6pm PST?: Due to my schedule, which there is no schedule, I could easily push anything ( nothing ) back to fit-in the event. If anything would interrupt, I would contact Grabthar for any reasoning/explaining. Do you hereby solemnly swear to uphold the rules of this server, as well as the rules of this engagement, to include: No PvP, No OOC chat, No breaking of character, and No lack of awesomeness: If I were to fall accountable for poor RP/OOCing in RP, which is highly unlike due to my previous attempts to report OOC conversations, I would return to the Role play, think things through (if necessary) through /t's. If all else fails, I would contact a GM, and do anything else possible to control an out-of-hand situation. ( Or flip a table. 'Cause, you know it always works. ) Edit : Yes, I went an extra mile ( Probably more. I might decide to make it a guild/group later ) with the backstory. I, however, could easily delete most of that story. Just a reminder, though. If it's too much, just Reply.

Edit : (( T'was in Spoiler, so it shouldn't matter as OOC. Now, use brackets like a man. ))

Yo' dawg. -Insert Yo'dawg meme rant with support here-

*Checks calendar* FUUUU- Edit : Bad : The bandit robbed and killed a family. GOOD : The smirk upon the highwayman grew, as the threats grew higher. the mere thought of escaped was out of the question, for the couple were simply outmatched; in both defense and aggresion. The words hung in the air, while the robber grew impatient, and stated, " Goin' tu' hand it over now, or ye' wanna die?" Desperate to continue their hopes, the pitied husband took out the request mina pouch. A grin stretched upon the highwayman's face, as he gribbed his cutlass closer. As the devious smile was wiped, the muttered words were the last to be heard. " 'Tanks fer te' minas, ye' wastes. " The bodies laid on the cold, stiff ground, as the cutlass was pulled out and cleaned from the spilled blood. The bandit, amused by his job, hummed a silent tune and continued to walk upon the road, and pulling his hood upon his head to mask himself from others.

Where's my purse wallet. . .

Take THAT Brent.

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