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I volunteer for 'The Survivalist'! "Pick me, pick me! I'm fun!"

Right, I added you on Skype Blunder.

Varrond walks briskly inside, dropping a note in at his feet and quickly leaves, the note reads; 'You were right to fear the Greywise Mountains...'

Hello little boy...

MC Name: levirad IC Name: Varrond I want to become part of this group because: Well to be honest, I am not getting satisfaction out of 'lone' Villan RP. I would like to RP with a group of Villains, also because I really enjoy Rp'ing with Villains who are 'rotten to the core'. This seems like an interesting group and I can see them becoming the next undead possibly? I also I have been studying this group quite closely for a while (as you know). What can I bring to this group: Well my character is a 'psychopath' hater of humans, who kills and tortures for pleasure. I can see this mixing well with the big cumbersome, solemn Dreadknights, making for some interesting RP. (I have accepted VA for stealing, lockpicking, unprovoked killing, killing for pleasure, twisted ways of killing, and torture. I can write a mini VA for 3 if needed, and when the time comes ;) ) Timezone: My timezone is GMT. (dat first app)

Varrond walks past the body, completely oblivious to anything but his own thoughts. He thinks to himself "Someone has a very nice way of dealing with 'victims'!" After thinking this he cackles, as he heads to the darkest and most villainous alley's of Arethor, to lay wait for his next victim.

((He wants to be the Captain of one of the ships lol))

((He rights like that, and secondly ))

Gorgum sits in his Inn room in Kal'Dwain, writing a response to the Admiral in the ridiculous yellow ink he is so fond of. ' I Gorgum Ironfist, uf 'awse Irongut du weesh t'a cap'tin une uf ya' ships! I 'ave 'add ex... urm, I've wurk'd un a ship befure, Yur's Gorgum. ' He finishes the letter, with a sip of his ale. Of course it is a load of old pog wash, considering he has never set foot on a boat in his life, but he's not to let that get him down.

That's a good idea actually MaddyKL, considering a lot of people are saying that the 'athletes' should stay IC, so therefore we could hold an IC competition of our own to find the best players of who can represent our community, the only problem being the timezones however, so we'll see. As for the current options I would have to go for 3 as it is the most fair.

((I know that this is probably too late but I urge you to put the battle back just half an hour, as it can mean the difference between some players playing and them missing out, myself included.))

Can I have him? ;)

((Actually Aryon, Zezamus is saying they we (Europeans) want it before 6pm.))

I agree with this time as it is before US dinner time and it is a reasonable time for Europeans (not too late at night :P ) As for australians I'm not so sure, but this time seems to suit the majority of the players.

I would like to Role play this part as I do enjoy roleplaying with Uthor, and also I find roleplaying a child a challenging, and a fun endevour to rolepaly from birth to death. I would also like to say that my current character is a 'bastard' in the Silverblade house, having been adopted by Althos, so I am fairly sure of the in's and out's of the Silverblade family. I hope that Uthor will vouche for my RP skills. The only issue is that my timezone is GMT, however when I am online, most of the time so is Uthor, so we'll see. ~ levirad

*As you travel to the Cloud Temple you see a poster on one of the walls Titled 'A new Silverblade joins the house...' The title is beautifully written in a royal blue ink, this intrigues you, so you decide to read on...* 'Dear people of Asulon, and of Oren there is a new family member in house house Silverblade! One Oruin Whitestorm has been adopted by Count Althos Silverblade as his son, and will take up his estate when he is gone. Oruin would like it to be made clear that he IS still part of House Whitestorm, and proud to be so.' *Similar notes are posted in Das Boot and in Arethor.*

MC Name: levirad RP Name: Gor'gum Character Age: 56 Bio (5 or more sentences): Me? Me' wur' bruht up by Nu'wan, I'as un orfan ye see. I wur' born 'n munt Ire, but leff' tu die us uh yungen'. Su' I lurn ta' use uh swurd, tu suv'ive un ste'ul. I gu by ma' uwn way, ya' see! thun I travul t'Orun tu junn dur' Fightun' lads. D'ey say no see, cuss I um uh Dwurf, und de'y say I cunn'a use uh wepun, den de'y laugh ut me! I cumm back tu Dwurf lands, und I wunna junn d'uh Irun'gut Clann cuss dey ur strung Dwurfs see! I wanna get udupt'd. Primary Skills: Uss I sudd I gudd wiff uh swurd! ((swords : 100)) Do You Swear Loyalty to the Thains?: I du undeed! Who is the Current King?: Uhhhh, I'ss run by Cuncel uf Ulders frum du cities. ((The Reason he speaks like this is because he was an orphan, so is quite stupid))

This is going to be an ongoing project of mine, which is to write a biography for my Character Oruin Whitestorm. Although I am fairly far on in his life, I am going to try and write this, firstly as a summary of his deeds (So I don’t forget!) and secondly as a challenge to myself, as I have often seen others do this, one particularly inspired me which was that of Uthor’s. But, without further ado here it is, The Life of One Oruin Whitestorm (Garltuum) Birth The snow fell heavy with a ‘pitter patter’, and the thunder struck deep cords that fateful night. Maria Garltuum screamed out as she delivered her new born child. Terrim, the father, paced anxiously up and down the corridor waiting for news of his child. Annie the assistant midwife walked solemnly out holding a small parcel of swaddling cloth, tears streaming down her face. “Well?” Terrim demanded. “You have a son sir...” Terrim eyes twinkled, a beam spreading across his face. He looked from his son to Annie suddenly noticing her tears. “Why do you cry Annie? Is this not a joyous day?” It was all that she could do to point into the room she had stepped out from. A sudden realisation dawned upon Terrim’s face, rushing forward he pushes past Annie charging into the room. “Ya’ now that ya’ shud’nt be ‘ere.” Frowns the main midwife old Kathrin. Terrim knelt next to his wife, he looked up giving her a questioning look. “She ‘as lust a lut of blud...” Kathrin explained. “Terrim...” Maria said weakly. “What is it my love?” He asks as a tear rolls down his face. “I am not going to survive the night Terrim...” She looked into his eyes with a stare of fulfilment. “Don’t be silly my love, you’re going to be fine.” Terrim insisted to himself more than her. “Please don’t patronise my dear... I want... I want...” She struggled with the words. “What is it you want my love?” Terrim asked her in a quiet voice. “I want you to call our son Oruin, after your father...” and with that she departed from this world into the next. Terrim nodded, holding her limp body in his hands he wept. After 10, 15 minutes maybe more he stepped out of the room, he took his son off Annie, walking out onto the balcony he spoke his first words to his son “Hail Oruin Garltuum, my beloved son.” And so ends my first part of what a hope to be a fruitful endeavour.