Watyll

-MC name*: watyll -Time on the server*: Seven months -Do you have a VA, and if no are you willing to make one?*: I am willing to make one. -Do you promise to obey to the OOC rules?*: Yes. -Do you have Skype? ((For communications sake))*: You know the answer to that :P -RP name: Laku Jaran -Why do you wish to join? ◊: For the fun of it. ((It looks like a great way to develop Laku as a character, and should lead to some fun rp ^^ )) -What do you wish to join as, why? ◊: A Haze. I will not tell you of my abilities, as it is better for you to see them. ((Laku is extremely agile, silent, and stealthy. I believe he would be best suited to Haze because of this. His way is to sneak, and to surprise attack. However, he has a bizzare code of honor, and believes that using a sword shows weakness, and if the enemy puts up a good fight, one should let him live, unless that proves impossible. However, he will kill if ordered to.)) -What can you bring to the Frozen Thorns? ((What can you bring IC and OOC?)) ◊: I can bring intelligence, and a silent mouth. ((For one thing, Laku is mute, so that's what a "silent mouth" means. I OOC can bring a happy, cheerful person, with a lot of enthusiasm :) )) -Race and Sex: Dark elf, male. -Do you swear to follow the rules of the Frozen Thorns? Refusing to do so will amount in your death.: Yes. -Do you promise to obey to the OOC rules? Yes. Situational RP Question ((Choose the one appropriate to the Rank you wish for.)) Thorn---You are given as mission to find and beat up the minister of a small village, for he has refused to pay taxes to you. Silver---You are tasked with selling drugs in Arethor and the Mistress wishes for you to have sold 500 emeralds worth of it by the sunset. Gold---You have just been given a cache of spears to be transported to a group of bandits in a city one day away, how do you proceed? Bronze---You just spotted 3 teenage girls in a forest, ideal prey. What do you do? Haze--- You are ordered to go to a certain Arethor noble and get the money he owes you for weapons by any means you deem necessary. Laku looks at his belt, noting the usual silver throwing stars. Throwing his light robe around him and pulling it up, he walks around the bend towards the Arethor gate. Smiling slightly, he nods to the guards and walks into the city, the cloak concealing his small weapons. He glides over to a shop, peering inside. It is mid-day, still quite busy. He sits in a quiet corner near the stairs leading to the second floor, as customers come and go. Pretending to fall asleep, Laku goes over the location of the noble’s house in his mind. When the shop is empty, Laku moves suddenly. He whips a rock towards the back of the shop owner’s head, as he is sweeping up. The rock misses, heading even further into the shop and breaking a mirror. Laku winces, and thinks to himself “Damn.” The shopkeeper, agitated by the noise, heads back into the shop. Laku, taking advantage of the opportunity and shrugging to himself, climbs up the stairs to the second floor. Once there, Laku opens the window and climbs out up onto the roofs. He smiles at the sight of his old grounds. He unclips the fastener to his cloak, letting it slip off, and exposing his usual flexible robes. His throwing stars flash in the darkening twilight. Silently he runs along the rooftops, arms stretched behind him. Laku jumps from roof to roof, catlike, a predator of night. He arrives on the top of the Noble’s home. He takes out a throwing star and cuts a hole in one of the windows, making a slight squeak. He pushes in the circle he cut on one side, flipping half of it out. He then grabs the circle of glass and gently sets it on top of the roof. Then Laku swings over the side of the roof and inside the house. A systematic search ensues. After two hours of searching the house as silently as possilbe, Laku heads up to the Nobleman’s bedroom. His wife and him are sleeping in a fancy bed. “Most likely bought with the sweat of the weak.” Laku thinks, scowling. Laku looks at the woman in the bed, pondering something. “Hrm, the man, being a noble, most likely does not love her...I couldn’t use her to threaten him...if she wakes up she might be a problem...” With a small shink he takes out a throwing star, walks to the side of the bed, and casually slits her throat, a red line appearing across her neck. Then he gently shakes the man awake. The man sits up, groggy, stretching out his limbs. “What is it Martha...this better be good.” The man sees Laku, and looks at him in a stupor. Then he intakes his breath to scream. Laku suddenly sticks his golden tongue out, clacking it up and down like a madman. The man, in horror, chokes on his scream. Laku rushes over and claps a hand over his mouth. Then he holds one hand in front of the noble’s mouth, rubbing a thumb and a forefinger together. The signal is clear. The noble, regaining some of his pomposity, shakes his head in indignation. Laku holds a throwing star up to the man’s neck, cocking his head to the side and smiling slightly. The man seems to sag as he points to a certain oddly colored panel of floorboards. Laku kicks the floorboards firmly, breaking them in. There was the gold. Laku takes the gold, inserting it into a small leather sack. Then he looks at the man. To kill him, or not to kill him? Laku ponders for a moment, thinking of all the injustices done to him by Arethor and their nobles, and casually and quickly, snaps the man’s neck. He wasn’t honorable anyway. He goes down to the bottom floor of the house and strides out, calmly and without worry. He stops by the shop he started at and picks up his cloak. It is dirtier now, but Laku puts it on anyway, and slips away into the shadows.

Could you not insult the religion and focus on the topic of creation vs evolution?

((I could've sworn you posted this already))

Hello. :)

Congrats to the new LMs. Darrian, challenge accepted, expect much lore from me soon.

We HAVE to talk sometime. Or play risk against each other. Or both.