MatrixNeo585

"What a strong push to get votes father.." Arvis would state sarcastically and a smirk as he puts the flier back up on the notice board striding down the road.

Name: Arun Lyklor Race: Wood Elf Age: 138 Occupation: Lumberjack Experience: First Military Experience Proficiencies (Archery, etc.): Archery, Battle Axe Place of Current Residence: N/A OOC: Username: UnIty771 Nexus Profession+Proficiency: Lumberjack Promising Timezone: EST Do you have Teamspeak?: (Y/N) Y

Your Name: Arun Lyklor Your Age: 138 Are you of full mali blood?: Aye Do you join as Naelurir or Sirame?: Naelurir What does the old way, the natural order, and the Aspect spirits mean to you?: It is the way of life in which we follow and respect and must sustain for future generations. Granted I'm still learning more on this and am willing to do so. skype name(())Optional, but recommended: Kylenmyles ((Don't judge it or I cut you. ^-^))

MC Name: UnIty771 IC Name: Arun Lyklor Occupation: Lumberjack Additional Residents: None

Name: Abelardus Amice Race: Human Nationality: Northerner Age: 40 Profession: Fighting and Stonemason Any past military experience?: Negatory Reason for joining: Live in Fjordham, might as well fight for my home, no? ((OOC)) MC Name:UnIty771 Skype Name (can PM if needed): Already Have. Do you have TeamSpeak, or are you willing to download it (will be used in battles and other activities)?: Yes Timezone: EST

OOC MC Name: MatrixNeo585 Skype: Kylenmyles 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?”: Ingolfer Volik “Hrmph, so be it. Where ye be from?”: Athera is all I can really provide Clearing his throat, he then asked, “Any experience fightin’? O’ at anything, really?”: Aye, I can fight, on the side note I'm a strategist “Mhrmm.. what be yer reason for joining?”: I fought along side with you once, I'll do it again. "Do ye have a profession, lad?”: Miner, and stonemason “Anything else ye wanna add, lad?”: No sir. Once finished, the old man nodded and gave a wave of dismissal to you, beckoning the next in line to follow suit. [!]

Ingolfer watches as the initiates for the Arcus Company march into Siegard shaking the hands of a few and introducing himself to them with a warm smile and a firm handshake

I think it would be a fantastic idea it'd give Nation RPs new life, not to mention probably call in people who really like Singular RP to them, I think we should do it.

Ingolfer sits there contemplating the words on the pamphlet "Well, seems there's more things to look out for isn't there... Dark clothing, evil words..." He'd make his way back to Siegard his sword clinking against his armor as he whistles a tune to himself saying to himself "Though should the time arise I'm ready to defend those I hold dear to me.."

((Move Vidar to Missing for now please, danke.))

OOC MC Name: MatrixNeo585 Skype: kylenmyles 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?”: "Ingolfer Völík" “Hrmph, so be it. Where ye be from?”: "Nerezza, or at least what remains of it." Clearing his throat, he then asked, “Any experience fightin’? O’ at anything, really?”: "Just a tad bit, I've begun dabbling in Stone Mason though." “Mhrmm.. what be yer reason for joining?”: "Might as well fight aye?" Do ya have ah profession?”: "Stone Mason, and mining." “Anything else ye wanna add, lad?”: "No." Once finished, the old man nodded and gave a wave of dismissal to you, beckoning the next in line to follow suit. [!]

Ingolfer stares as Loovas runs around getting the letters pinned to the doors for those to read wondering how well people will take to the letter.

Banned for feeding the panda rice. You never feed panda rice.

The talk of a new clan reaching Vidar's ears "Another clan eh, seems that more dwarves are making their way to Athera then."

Name: Ratimir Volkov Age: 17 Race: Human Gender: Male TS or Skype?: Both ((Kylenmyles))

Staring at the re-growing numbers of the Frostbeards nodding in approval "Glad to see our brethren are finding there way home." patting a few new members as he strolls down the clan hall

Striking the rock wall with his pick thinking back to when he was on guard duty for the meeting, shaking his head "The Undead sit on our threshold and we sit here preparing to slaughter humans? How could we be so thick headed as to declare war on LIVE people." Uncovering some ore with the next strike packing it away and moving on mumbling a bit more to himself

Okay, so slight issue I may have logged off INSIDE the MINING WORLD does the rollback move my position back too?

Roleplay Name: Duncan Siedfreed Skype Name: Already have Body Features: Bulky person, muscled arms and chest, about 6' 7" black messy medium hair, with a stubby beard, Dark Brown Eyes. Items to start with: Blacksmith's hammer, Great Sword Which time-frame would you want to start with: 4, closest thing I have any general knowledge of.

+1 Nice piece of lore, should increase interest at the swamp near my little town. Clearly going light it up with a few flaming arrows though.

Arriving at this cafe as he sets his gun down against a table taking a seat and rubbing his forehead looking around at the group that sits before him, his face would be covered with dust along with his clothes, patting it down a bit in an attempt to get rid of some of it on his pants legs before stating his name to the group. "Alexander Rooksbee, just call me Alex though." saying this with a thin smile even though having just been shot at and hit in the leg. Pressing a handkerchief against the area which the bullet ran along as crimson red blood trickles down. "A rebellion you say though? Never liked the uppity ups who ran this place anyway, so you can count me in."

Nodding looking at his own wound but shaking it from his mind, "It'll be fine, I've sustained worse" tapping his left lower stomach where a large scar sits from a piece of shrapnel striking it during a past mission, stepping back as the Zeppelin over head combusts and comes crashing down on the side of the city "Now's our chance!" limping across the street at this dragging the doctor with him. As we duck down into the alley way only to see soldiers ahead moving himself behind cover watching as Emil begins to work on the lock, checking his rifle once more and looking at the rounds. "Better make it quick." The sound of shots ringing as Emil fumbles with his tools and the lock

The alarms continue to blare on speakers as Alex sits behind hard cover conserving his ammo as the speaker above him is hit with a stray bullet, sparks raining down on him lifting a hand over his head to protect from the sparks. Bounding for the inner city as he ducks his head down a few times as bullets ricochet off the walls around him, running past one of the small company noticing him struggle with his rifle, taking the man's arm and dragging him along with him, "Keep your head low!" yelling over the ring of bullets as he tucks the man under his arm continuing to bound down the street, grunting in pain as a shot grazes his leg finally sliding behind a good bit of cover standing next to a man who was with the first company. Following his gaze into the dark alley as he also looks at the street before him that we can call no-mans land. Placing a hand on the man's shoulder "Before we try anything risky wait for the rest of group!" noticing the man's wound just above his brow, tearing a piece of cloth from his sleeve as he wipes the man's brow, "Nasty shot, heh." Standing back up against the wall watching as the shadow's of Zeppelins roll down the street as the sounds of people's screams and explosion ring through out the city.