ThumperJack

As a male dwarf, I will agr- disagree. Our beards attract the females.

6/10 Could possibly cause nightmares.

Demagol growls as he sits at his desk. Gripping the paper in his stone fist, he crumbles it into a tiny ball and flicks it into the fire "T'e las' fockin' civil war didn' cut yer souls ou'? By Dormmar's 'ammeh an' anvil..." He stands, slinging his sword belt around his torso and strapping his mace to his hip "... Looks lioke ah gotta cut it ou' fer ye."

Demagol, recently returned, snorts "Bah, Gauldrim wus ah bloodeh bootkisseh tuh Oren. Goo' riddance ah say."

+1 Very nice indeed

((NOTE: This is heavily a WIP and I will only be touching up on a few things IG, and working a bit with this profile as well.)) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Kavir Kal'Orolek Basic Information Nicknames: The Sand Walker Age: 167 Gender: Male Race: Half-Elf Status: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Description Height: 6'4 Body Type: Eyes: Pale Yellow/Light brown Hair: Dark brown, often times braided in a long ponytail Skin: Olive Markings/Tattoos: Various tribal tattoos Health: Healthy Personality: Superstitious, Serious, Cold, Sometimes fearful or confused at new or strange happenings. Inventory: Spear or a short saber Further Details: Life Style Alignment: Deity: Unknown Religion: Unknown Alliance/Nation/Home: Anywhere with sand Job/Class: None Title(s): The Sand Walker Profession(s): Special Skill(s): Flaw(s): Magic Current Status: Arch-type: Sub-Type: Rank: Weakness(es): Strength(s): Current Spell(s): ((Very much a WIP

Ierven Camoryn, somewhere in the world, shakes his head "It all started with that Rosenheart girl...bloody nether Artimec..." The old elf grumbles his way about.

A group of four Doomforged travel across the snowy wastelands near Urguan. All of different sizes, one being but a small child, another being what most would call a teenager, and another being a young man. The last is the tallest and strongest looking, yet also the oldest. His jet black beard has a few greyish hairs on the chin, and his eyes speak of a man who has seen all that this realm can throw. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fzczg3MreZg&list=PLBEDA635397C23509&index=7 Demagol Doomforged, Son of Iban, Son of Urir travels with three of his children. Vizragol walks beside his father, keeping hold of his younger sister Ophila with an arm about her. Their father holds the youngest's, Iban II, hand and eventually picks the lad up. They head for a cave to shelter from the coming storm, and once inside gather around. Demagol looks around at his children quietly, and he smiles to them "Ye know...t'is ain' t'at bad. Kinda relaxin', ye know?" Vizragol, becoming a carbon copy of Demagol, chuckles "Ah bit fatheh, aye." The other two smile and nod. Demagol laughs "Har Har! Ophila, Iban, ye can talk tuh ye kno-" He stops, his bloodred gaze narrowing at the sounds of yelling and weaponry drawing outside. He stands picking up his sword, Vizragol mirrors his father and the other two look at them then the entrance with wide eyes. "F-fatheh, wot's 'appenin'?" "Ophila, ye remembeh wot weh talked 'bout? Run lioke ah rabbi' an' find t'e 'ole?" The girl nods, and she picks up Iban II. Demagol looks to Vizragol "Lad, keep focus'd. W'en fiogh'n star's, ye'll take down ah few, back uff, take down ah few, back uff. 'it an' run son." Vizragol nods, and they ascend the cave and walk outside. The bandits that had been tracking them for weeks finally caught up, they snarl and lash about. The leader steps forward as soon as Demagol's face is seen, saying "So ya've stopped runnin', eh freak? Ya ready ta' die, 'long with yer freak kids to?" Demagol, his face as stony as it's ever been, stares at him and readies his story "Come at meh, fawker." The bandit leader laughs, and then he points at the two Doomforged signaling the group to charge. What the bandits didn't expect, was the animal roars that resounded from the Doomforged's mouths and the charge that followed. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEqphlDxk1g Demagol dove into the oncoming bandits with a twisting strike, lopping off one's head and slashing into the chest of the one behind the beheaded. Vizragol did the same, ripping open one's chest and spinning about to decapitate another. All the while, the Doomforged roared like the animals they were. Demagol eventually found the leader, trading blows with him and gaining new wounds. They fought and fought across the reddening snow, until fatigue began to take place. The bandit realized this, and called for his men to assist him, which many ran from Vizragol's onslaught to help their leader in taking down the elder Doomforged. Demagol fought them off best he could, though through the wounds he had already recieved, he was finished. Despite his best efforts, he could not possibly fight off this many men himself. One of them slashed his chest, and he fell. Demagol, Son of Iban, Son of Urir, Clan Father of the Doomforged, falls on the blood-stained snow. Vizragol, Son of Demagol, Son of Iban, knowing he must survive in order to keep his siblings safe. He limps off without the bandits knowing, for they were to busy gloating over their kill and tending to their wounded. They also head off, leaving Demagol in the snow, but what they didn't know, didn't bother to check...Was his breathe still came. ((Basically, I'm making Demagol inactive. Going to be very inactive myself, might pop on to RP as Dema's newest kids (The ones said in this post). I'm not really good at long goodbyes, and since this isn't really a goodbye, I'll say cya mates.))

Demagol nods "Give t'ese youn'ns ah bloodeh textbook."

What do you like about LoTC? The setting, theme, etc. I enjoy the medieval fantasy aspect. I also enjoy just how many ways I can make a character unique/fit my own personality (In a sense). What do you dislike about LoTC? How far it's fallen, when I joined in the Fringe I didn't have to worry about the 13th war this week, or the dozens of PvP bandits that I worry about now. What is something LoTC needs to do more of? Events, RP in general. Something players can get into. What should LoTC do less? Wars, PvP. We're not a factions server. What did you like specifically about previous maps? *Shrug* Anything I'd say would have been said before, each map has it's up's and down's for me. Big roaming space/Small Enclosed RPing space, eh, depends really. What would be interesting to see in a future map? Ocean/Seafaring RP or perhaps something bizarre (Like flying creatures/Flying cities, underwater cities, more fantasy elements). What keeps you coming back to the server? The friends I've made on the server, and the want of finding RP similar to my Fringe days. Events and Interaction: Does LoTC need an antagonist? Holy fudge nuggets dipped in corn sauce...YES! Do you think LoTC needs more incentive to explore? Yes, custom mobs/loot chests. Do you think the server’s players need to work together more? Definitely. Plugins and Development: What do you think of the skill plugin? Rate the skills plugin on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being your dream plugin that meets every element beyond expectations. 4, it's cool to tinker with but overall a nuisance when I really just want to RP. What plugins do you think the developers need to work on? The ones that contribute to RP, not skill/crafting plugins but something that we can toy with, and not have to put in weeks worth of grinding to do anything with. Do you feel there are any plugins that you directly interact with that should be changed? Many.

Demagol Doomforged raises his brow, and strokes his short beard "T'is 'as tuh be...t'e mos' stupid declaration ah've seen frum Oren in all mah years..." He looks over to his son, whom the aging Doomforged forgot was there after seeing the paper, and he chuckles "Sorreh meh boy...jus' lookin' at t'e funneh papehs..."

A very old mali'ame wanders the forests of Vailor, wearing assorted robes of green and various pieces of Ivory Order plating. Eventually he finds out about this, and says to himself "Maybe, just maybe I'll come back. I'm sure that boy would love seeing my face again." Ierven chuckles to himself, and continues on.

Name: Demagol Doomforged Race: Dwarf Residence (City): Kal'Ordholm Candidate: Zahrer

This is the most agreeable thing I've seen in awhile on these forums. I've tried to roleplay as much as I can, but when I play a character who is made for combat and war, and the only thing for him to do is PvP constantly, or be PvPed constantly, it forces me to make him go to places he wouldn't ever go, just so that I can get some actual RP. It's actually very sad.

Wyrric Irongut holds his hands up in a calming manner "Ah'm goin', ah'm goin'. Jus' explorin' dis place, an' gettin' frum de cold, as ye may know." The wandering dwed says, shivering lightly at the chills from outside coming in.

Demagol shivers, glowing gaze falling to his frosty breathe "Ah 'ate t'e cold." The Doomforged also heads back to Kal'Ordholm, though he hovers close to his forge, as his fire seems to have gone out.

Demagol growls and grumbles. Wyrric doesn't even give a care "Hm..hm...hum hum..hm...hum hum...hm.."

[ MC Name: Odyssion] What is your name? Wyrric 'Realm-Seer' Irongut Where do you live? I travel too much to settle down, I'm afraid. What are your primary skills? I enjoy cooking, and picking of herbs as I travel to cook ((Chef and Farmer, Smithing as well)) Short biography (5+ sentences): Note: This character will be an alt if accepted, I just would enjoy rping him as a traveling dwarf who is curious in all manner of things. I know this requires a Main, but as you may know, I have a main already. I will try to make Clan events best I can, but I would really just like to have another dwarf character that I can begin expanding on and making lore for as I decide what to do with my main.

Fine looking idea, though would the void caster just make these effects up according to their chosen magic, or will there be a set guideline to this?

Deep Roads would be nice.

I must agree, Billy Bob seems quite powerful. Or Knox, can't forget Knox.

An armored Doomforged walks past, giving a firm nod to Sinan "Good tuh see ye, laddeh."