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(( I got TPed into the arena, then shot. I had all my stuff. What the hell happened? ))

Aeran walks along the path to the north of the inn. He carries a small bag, which reeks of blood and stomach contents His narrow face is obscured by a green cowl, which connects with a grey cloak via thick lines of string. The cloak wraps halfway around his shoulders, blocking some of the soft breeze from hitting him. He has a dull brown tunic, which sleeve stops between his elbows and shoulders. A strap runs diagonally across his chest, connected to one of two small bumps on his back. He has a dark brown trousers on, and sandals that wrap around his foot with a few black straps. 'What the...' He mutters, seeing the confrontation between the two, he steps off the path and hides behind a large oak. Running a shaking hand along the hilt of his blade, he watches the confrontation from a safe distance.

(( Dat power hungry Slap. But, it's about time that we have some good ole pirates. ))

Awesome! My supersticions make me believe if my post is the first to put down the votes, it increases my chance! So.... Numbers:

MC Name: Space0fAids Combat Stats: 100 Archery, 100 Swords Criminal or Pitfighter: Criminal Character name: Erodin Pratector Erodin looks up from his seat, grunting at the sight. A small orc, 6'1tall, was being dragged into his cell. The orc let out a wail when he was finally let go. Holding onto his head, he sobbed softly on the ground. With the orc closer, Erodin got a better look at him. His dull green skin was full of scars, and his dirty black hair was tied in a tight ponytail. He was on his stomach, smashing his legs and hands against the ground in a adolescent rage. 'Nub klomp?' Eroding taunted. He stood up, walking slowly to the orc with swagger. 'NUB KLOMP!' the Orc wailed, curling into a ball. He peered out from the ball, taking in Erodin. Easily, he stood at 7'0 feet tall, with broad shoulders and heavily muscular arms. His face was dark, resembling coal. His face was curled in a snarl, revealing extremely pink lips. 'What'd they bring you 'ere for, Greenskin?' Erodin yelled, throwing his head back and laughing heavily. 'Tell me!' He screamed, stopping his laughing and instead letting out a small, primal, growl. The orc shook his head, slowly revealing his face, from the top up. Crinkled forehead. Bushy eyebrows. Pitch black eyes. A squished nose. And nubs instead of tusks. He shivering as Erodin smiled, revealing stained yellow teeth 'What'd you come in for, shuckin yourself too much?' Erodin yelled, laughing enthusiastically at his humour. 'Listen to me! I raped 20 woman, at the same time! I slit each of their throats, well listening to their screams of pleasure! You were sent here to be killed, child, and don't you worry-' Erodin paused, looking out the single window of the cell. 'I will give it to you soon enough.' He whispers, turning around quickly and jumping onto the orc. Before the beast could respond, Erodin pierced it's eyes with the long chisle he'd produced. The Orc was dead in seconds. Erodin grinned, slowly pulling the tool out and running his palm against the hard iron.His thoughts flashed back to his previous murders. Only two, the first one in a fit of rage, destroying a Alrasian's head in a fit of rage, and the second, days ago, to prove he was the killer he gloated to be. Now, he was waiting. Now, he has proven himslef. He will be fit for the arena. He will prove his family name. (( Bah, bad story, was having fun, whatever. ))

1/10 I've never seen you on the forums I watch. Probably the most important person ever.

You surely don't mean to take away the OOC info in most applications? Or a part saying what timezone is prefered? EDIT; Yes, I read the title.

(( I think it would be fine, lots of meta is going to go on but we have lots of Skravians. ))

(( I approve... The difference that THAT makes... This seems like remarkably good RP. ))

You have my support.

Rthere aren't any cities with constant RP.

Skravia is probably the most active. Its different in Asulon.