Mucky

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A large, beautifully wrote poster is pinned by an arrow, to barks of trees, logs of buildings and the planks of noticeboards around Abresi and Malinor. Upon inspection the posters are written in the common tongue; for ease of reading. The writer obviously thinking of all circumstances. ~The Archers of Arnor~ All who read, all who are interested. Come join the finest group of archers there have ever been, be trained by the most elite. Together we will train and become one of Anthos's best group of Archers. We are tactical archers, whom work together and communicate when working together. We work on our volley strikes, our commanded fires and our targeted firings. We fletch our own arrows in our spare time, we craft the most unique arrows and bows in all of Anthos. We fletch our arrows with the spiral method of fletching, so we can achieve greater accuracy. Our arrows range in sizes and we craft our bows, to be a large size so we can gain maximum range on our enemies. Alas, we do not always train with our bows. We also train with our daggers for close contact fighting. We never use our daggers unless we really need to; a last resort as it is. What we do? We fight for nations, using our own group of archers, we join them no matter who they are; fighting for their side, we fight for coin and for justice. Currently a base is being set up, as of now. You will have to wait before visiting our sanctuary. If you are interested in anyway; Send a bird to Malinor, with the name Elandier Aqellious on it. [[ MuckyD121 ]] The Application form : (( IGN : )) Character name : How is your ability with a bow? : Have you worked as an Archer before? : Do you swear an oath to protect your kind at all costs? :

I reckon as long as Orcs can prove with screenshots [etc] that they have actually been doing all this RP bonding, it would be fine. So Orcs just don't immediately hop onto a Rhino and say that they done all the rp for it. Sounds cool though!

MC Name: MuckyD121 Character Name: Hathord. Character Race: Human. How long have you been role-playing on this particular character?: A few months, about 4. Please list any MA's for any of your characters: N/A

Hathord once again rises in the uncomfortable bed of the mages guild. He goes on his daily walk around the building, to check if anyone is there. Alas. No one. He finds the note. [[You can't receive any more messages O.o ]]

OOC MC Name: MuckyD121 Why do you want to join?: I wish for some interesting thief role-play rather than my previous villian whom when I steal no-one is around and it was rather boring, I seem to like the idea of Skyrim like Thieves guild, which I very much enjoyed on Skyrim, so I wish t join this one ^^ How will you provide the guild and the LOTC community with a great RP experience?: I don't care if I win or not, I just want to provide good role-play. If I get caught I will role along with it and if I am executed or killed then fair duos. I will just wait a day before playing him again. I just want to provide you guys and others with great role-play. Have you read and agreed to the OOC Disclaimers and warnings?: I have indeed. Link to Villain Application: I am going to make one soon. Please give myself some time :D Skype Name: Thaatkid_Ki RP Info RP Name: My name is Dismas, Dismas Harpenjar. ((I want to be known as the 'Firework Thief' not because of theft of fireworks, but fireworks would be my signature move of distraction. )) Race: I am a breed of Elf, though I am isolated and speak the common tongue. Rarely do I use Elven. Age: I am 221 years of age. Still rather young, and nimble. Personality (A paragraph will suffice): My name is Dismas, I was born and raised in a dim-lit cave, my father was not around only my mother. She was running away from reality, her life had brought her misery, and I had apparently wrecked her life. She would tell me that several times a day. My mother did not want me, and neither did my father, though my mother felt some remorse and kept me to harbor me into I was of age for her to just throw me out into the wilds. My mother was becoming sicker by the day once I had gotten into my teen years, she was planning to kick me out and for myself to start my own life at that point, though she could barely move, and I was the one now hunting for her. I am unsure as to why, She still hated me and told me frequently. I was a useless hunter, that wasn't because I was not quiet and able.. It was because there was a fierce pack of wolves around, that would kill any animal in it's territory, we just happened to be in. We were lucky we survived the nights sometimes. So I had to rely on thievery, though it was for a reason at the time. One day I was caught by a rich noble man, I had broke into his mansion thinking no-one was in, as no torches were burning and the house was completely quiet. He had grabbed me by my arm, flung me down the stairs; then sat on me. His heavy weight pinned my down like I was paper to a paperweight. He was going to kill me, I was sure of it however instead he wanted me to do a little task.. Well a big task. See this 'noble' man was rich from his work. He wanted me do do more of 'his' work; in which he sent me into a square, and watched me; if he would see me run or doing anything suspicious that I was not allowed to be doing,he threatened to shout "Thief" and have me arrested. My job was to steal from a woman at the market, this one had a very expensive ring, one embedded with diamonds and many carrot-golds. She had always put it in her pocket whilst she worked so she would not loose it, if she lost it her husband would beat her and throw her on the streets. I felt bad but this was my task.. Do or die to be exact. As I was performing my act, I had first thrown a firework, into the middle of the square, all the guard's drew there attention to it, and it was just enough of a distance to keep the woman behind her stall. For the first time, I felt the thrill of the thief, that wonderful feeling of butterflies in my stomach, I felt amazing. I sneak up to the woman from behind and slipped my hand into her loose coat pockets, I swept the ring out from inside, and walked away like nothing had happened. I giant smile was drawn onto my face, I felt like I could take on the world. The noble man had been so pleased, he had payed me in large amounts of gold. He insisted to keep me working for him, and I agreed. This was my way of life, easy money; difficult tasks - Lots of fun! Unfortunately the man died, a few years ago. I still can not find 'work' and preform little tasks for myself. Aspirations and Motives for joining: I just want to keep myself busy, and keep enjoying myself. I am a pretty lonely man, with little interests in many things. A group of people just like me will actually be like family, and I will have people to perform with and talk to. ORQ "Finally, the time of the year when the travelers come out to play." Dismas says to himself silently. he rubs his hands together chuckling. Further up the road you can hear the singing of the travelers as they whip their horses and guide their donkeys along the road. The fat halfling fellow sits upon the large, red chair of the caravan; he shouts and raises the ropes, whipping them, the horses neigh and begin to trot faster. "Jolly good day for sales! We be rich when we are done! Just look at the gold we have stacked up in the caravan!" The fat halfling male shouts out to his other fellow travelers. They continue to trot further down the road, Dismas awaits them in a nearby tree. Dismas looks at the firework in his hand, he smiles. Bringing the lit torch to the fuse of the firework, the crackling and fuzzing of the fireworks fuse can be heard and the halfling travelers look around in amazement, suddenly seeing a firework fly out infront of them, then sore up into the air. They clap their hands and cheer as the firework explodes in the sky, arrays of colours buzz around the blue, cloudless sky. Though Dismas had already jumping onto the roof of the last caravan, the firework had made an excellent distraction. The loud thud of him leaping onto the roof was perfectly executed with the explosion of the firework. Dismas slowly lowers himself down onto the loose wooden plank, then slips through the red woolen curtains that prevent the public from looking into the Caravan. Dismas lays his blue eyes upon the treasures inside, he creeps upon the large bag of gold, suddenly the caravan goes over some bumpy turfs the loose golds flying up into the air scattering all over the floor, clanging and rattling as they hit the wood and roll around, some fall onto the floor outside of the caravan, everyone stops moving. "God-damn-nit, Jeffrey! Can you not drive a horse properly! We all went round the bumps perfectly, but you just have to go the extra mile!" Dismas's ears perk up, a spot of panic drives him forward, he grabs the medium sized bag of gold, and leaps out through the curtains. The Halflings shout and roar, as they spot the figure leaping onto the road with a bag of their hard earned money. They try to dismount their horses, donkeys and chairs quickly. Though by the time their tiny legs had hit the ground, Dismas was long gone into the distance. Some of the men shed a tear in anger. Some punch their caravans. Though all Dismas feels is joy..

[[ my brain hurts not because of this. because i hav a hed ache

Sorry I didn't have much time last night, I have edited it further and added more information.

I've edited quite a few things, taking a lot of your ideas and feedback into account. Thank You.