Cola one 1

A very tanned, shaggy haired man strolls over to the noticeboard, pinning a note underneath the several others. "I've an offer that might interest you, quite a profitable one as well, I'd love to explain it here but I'd rather discuss it someplace a tad bit more private" -Sammy.

Chuckles slightly as he stumbles upon the poster, cracking a smile as he finishes reading it, writting a reply onto a crumpled up piece of paper, pinning it bellow the post, stumbling off after he does so. "Hello my good chap, I'd be quite interested in joining your company of sorts, I'm not the best of fighters nor am I the worst though, however, I am quite the talker, not too sure why, mayhaps I was born with it as I've been able to talk people out of gutting me since I was quite a jolly little lad. I can handle my drink and spend most of my past time gambling with the inhabitants of most inns and taverns across Vailor, and I've been known to be quite the eccentric conversationalist." -Sammy

What is your name: Sammy What is your age: 25 What is your race:Human Farfolker What are your reasons of becoming a bard, and what would you like to get out of it?: I've always been a fan of such eccentric arts, simply to learn such skills would be the reasoning. What are you most interested in learning?: Singing and lute playing. What instruments do you know, and what would you like to learn?: None and all. OOC: Do you have skype, one which we could add to our skype group?: il.sam.il What is your IGN?: Colaone1

Chuckles, cracking a smile as he hears of this Bardic guild, rubbing the tattoo under his eye. "Damn, if only I had a voice that didn't sound like that of a dying cats."

Sammy strolls over to the notice board, two other men behind him as he does so, looking at the poster on the board, reading through it hastily, cracking a smile as he skims through to the part with minas, writing down his own note, placing it above all the other notes, stabbing a small knife into it to keep it in place. "Hello my fine gent, I would be duly interested to accompany the fine men and women that venture on this hunt, I've little experience with hunting monsters, however I can offer myself and several others to assist in the sailing of the ship and if it comes to it, the assisted dispatching of this dastardly beast, we've the minas to arm ourselves if we cannot be armed by our employer, and above all, we're a rather jolly bunch for company."

Name?: Sammy Age?: 20 Reason for joining?: I've too many selective habits that I believe can only be truly fulfilled umong the company of likeminded individuals. Do you have a residence, and are willing to use it for any future events?: I currently reside above the Felsian Inn, as it's closest to one of the areas of some of my favourite past times, and I believe it may be a tad bit too small to host a party I'm afraid.

MC Name: Colaone1 IC Name: Eryc Age: 19 Race: Kha'Panthera Minor Backstory: Manjeet is a whitewash Kha, being taken into slavery by humans as a cub during a human expedition into Kha territory, made to labour and serve his master, his real name is forgotten by him, his slave name being the one he goes by, he had not met another Kha till he was an adult, but he was shunned by them as he had not been taught like a Kha normally would, instead, taking in the culture and way of life from those around him, humans. Though Eryc was a slave, he did not show his master with hate or disdain, but instead with loyalty, as his master was the closest thing he had to a father, when Eryc turned 18 he was freed, though this was not out of the love of his master, but due to the slaver's companions slating him for having a Kha as a son, so he was let go, to go on his own, at first Eryc didn't want to leave, neither did he still after he was forced to, but in the end he was thrown out into a world he barely understood, nor did he feel welcomed in.

A foreign looking criminal lies in a cramped cell in Salvus, lying on a dirty, stiff, and most likely flea infested matres, lying up, leaning on the wall he shuffles a deck of cards for no reason but out of boredom, listening in on the conversations going on in the cell for any potential partners in crime, though many of the conversations going on about the cell and from the guards outside are mostly meaningless and useless, being about their families, wives, women they wished to make their wives, etcetera, but Sammy's ears perked once he heard talk of a criminal guild from two of the cells occupants, listening in on their conversation of what they were planning when they got out. Sammy did not inquire to these other prisoners as he didn't want to risk getting a knife in his gut for hearing something he shouldn't have, so he waited, a few months it took before Sammy was let out, remembering the conversation about this new guild, leaving the cell, dirtied, poor and with a reputation that wouldn't allow him to take on most normal jobs, he went off in search of the guild, eavesdropping, bribing guards for information on anything new, but to no avail, so Sammy went back to what he did best, thievery, hoping that his reputation would earn him the notice of the guild's leader.

MC Name: colaone1 Make up a random name. Cult name: Reggie Skype: il.sam.il Timezone: GMT +1 How active will you be?: Can't really say, have college and other things so I could be on quite often some times while other times not so much. Do you swear to uphold the rules and agree to ANY consequence stated in them?: Yes.

MC Name: colaone1 Make up a random name. Cult name: Reggie Skype: il.sam.il Timezone: GMT +1 How active will you be?: Can't really say, have college and other things so I could be on quite often some times while other times not so much. Do you swear to uphold the rules and agree to ANY consequence stated in them?: Yes.

IGN: Colaone1 RP-Name: Sammy Calden Do you hold any prior faction allignment: Learning magic under a teacher, but other than that none that are still around. Are you willing to dedicate your life to the Storm-sword: As long as I'm making minas and have the company of good drinkers. Do you understand desertion or breaking your contract mean's execution: Of course. Skype (Feel free to PM it): il.sam.il

*The writting on the application is messy, miss-spelled and barely readable* Given Name: Sammy Calden True Name (MC Name): colaone1 (Skype Name): il.sam.il Race? Human, mother comes from a foreign land while my father's just a simple northerner. Doth ye aspire the path of The Knight, The Mechanist or The Magician? Magician. Doth ye solemnly swear to protect your Crimson Heart brethren? That I do.

Poster: ((MC NAME)): colaone1 ((Skype or teamspeak or both)): il.sam.il Don't have TS *The applicants writting is slobby and poorly spelt* Name: Sammy Calden Age: 16 Reason for signing up: I'm poor and homeless, don't have the calm mentality for bakers or butchers work. Weapon of choice: A simple to use weapon, shortsword, axe, mace, anything that takes little skill to use. Previous combat experience: Other than fist fights in taverns and on the streets, little to none. Other Professions (A.E. Baking, Smithing, ect...): I'm a good thief when it comes to it, picking pockets and locks, other than that I'm not too useful in anything else. Any Questions: None come to mind.