Yoff

NAME: Parquet Pete (Icelifreakx) NOBILITY (Y/N): N if not, GENTRY (Y/N): N RACE: Human PAST EXPERIENCE : IC XP: None, OOC XP: None

Now that you mention it, I think getting land should be a chore. Should give people an appreciation for it.

Investing in pitchforks and torches asap

I'd never suggest to have a child as your main RP considering most of what you will do will stop being fun within a day. If you want to be molded just play a young man/woman as a blank slate with absolutely no plan at all and see where it takes you. I understand this isn't helpful to the OP, but it is advisable.

OOC MC Name:Yoff Skype: PM me Do you have TS? If not, are you willing to get one?: Yes IC [!] An old man, wearing the standard of the Golden Crow, looks upon you with dull eyes. Tapping the paper with the end of his quill,, he asked: “Name, boy?”: "Yoff of Normandor!" “Hrmph, so be it. Where ye be from?”: "N-Normandor, thouht that was clear." Clearing his throat, he then asked, “Any experience fightin’? O’ at anything, really?”: "No formal expirience, just good with a sword." “Mhrmm.. what be yer reason for joining?”: "I'm done dueling on the roads, I ought to make a career out of my skill. Y-you don't look too pleased, next question please." Do ya have ah profession?”: "Breeder, Leatherworker, and Cook." “Anything else ye wanna add, lad?”: "Nothing else, sire." Once finished, the old man nodded and gave a wave of dismissal to you, beckoning the next in line to follow suit. [!]

Love it when pictures blend with the back. 9/10

The Might of Normandor - By Yoff "The swordfighter known as Yoff had begun today's journey with a hearty bowl of nails, and splinters mixed in milk. He was sure to hurry up, as to not allow his breakfast to get all soggy - awful taste after. In any case, he'd begun his day by preparing his stomach for a day of pain, as he had ventured out into the world to find others interested in dueling. His travels first brought him to the roads, where many a men were beaten bloody by the mighty swordsmanship of the journeyman brawler, he had seen no issues. Easy enough, he had thought - his ego growing he had taken a trip to Laurelin, uppercutting every dwarf, halfling, and elf he could find on the way. Our hero however, had begun to feel his body weakening as he was bested while fighting a pair of guards. He had downed one but the other was still able to knock his lights out - thus his first nosebleed. Our hero however, did not intend to let this slow his day down, it had hardly been the end of the morn. He wiped his nose, tightened his boots and headed out to the road. There he had found a pair of dwarves, one an announcer and the other; an ambassador. Yoff as per usual had challenged the dwarf to a duel, and though he was able to best him, the dwarf did give Yoff the ol' one two knocking a tooth out of his pearly white maw. "No matter." The elf exclaimed, as more and more opponents followed the dwarf, he continued to knock their arses right back down, though his ego grew it was not until he had gone to Petrus where he had met his match. In all his splendor (minus a tooth and a broken nose) Yoff met with three men, two of which fought him and downed him though not without Yoff giving them a piece of what he's made of. He continuously fought in that land, and as such he'd won some, but he'd also lost some more after that. Some still say he's still swinging that wooden sword at strangers, honing the skill of a true duelist. Fin" Pleased with his journal entry, Yoff went for a night's rest. Clutching the bruised ribs all the while wheezing for his breath back.

Application: OOC: MC Name: Yoff Teamspeak (Y/N): Y Mic (Y/N): Y Skype (PM it if you want): PM. RP: RP Name: "Mi awm Dump, uze'd to be wid Claw bud Claw nub awrund." Race: "Gobo, obbiduzly."

I have to disagree, all I see are pregnant elves with all denominations of months.

Sounds extremely exciting, but from the post I think there's quite a lot of planning that the GM/Admin team need to discuss to make this viable.

Yoff routinely passes around the posters, and may be approached.

The road crossings, as well as the taverns allowing it seem to bolster a new poster, nailed up in rusty iron and decaying wood nails. The parchment seems dried and old but it does not deter from the legibility of the message. "Medical Expirience Required! I am Yoff, a scholar currently writing a medical reference journal to allow for the well-being of the general folk. I am seeking out those with sufficient knowledge in a certain subject matter regarding medicine to make entries for this journal that will surely benefit us all in this war-plagued land. Full credit for your work, and expertise will be represented in this journal in the form of a reference using whatever names and titles you may bolster. Please note that if you do write an entry, you may be subject to an interview to be able to answer any questions in case the entry was not thorough. Here is the list of the required entries: Physical Ailments (Description/Symptoms/Remedies) War-Medicine and First Aid (Splinters/Bandaging/Cleansing/Other Practices) Poisons (Description/Symptoms/Remedies) Mentall Ailments (Description/Symptoms/Remedies) Curses and other Dark Arts (Description/Symptoms/Remedies/Cleansing Methods) The entries in GREEN are already written, while the entries in RED have yet to be written. If you wish, you may still write about one that's already written to add to anymore details, in which case both the names of the contributors will be written down. You may leave a note here, send a bird, or request a meeting at your convinience." The note is signed: "-Yoff"

Teacher Application MC Name: Icelifreakx Skype: Icelifreakx IC Name: Vane Magic/magics you use/know: Necromancy, Hydromancy, Void Translocation, Magic/magics you wish to teach: Hydromancy, Void Translocation. How long have you been practising these magics?: Hydromancy since very early Anthos, and Void Translocation since the MAT disbanned.