ThumperJack

-OOC- Hallo, I've been adding onto my character, Demagol Doomforged's backstory lately and I had given him a Mother and two siblings. Now, the Mother and siblings are rply still alive, just haven't been in contact with Demagol since early Asulon. Meh, I was bored and figured it'd be cool to be able to rp Dema's backstory a lil' bit more than it just being a story. So...here're the people! -Viziella Vezkra- Viziella is the mother of Demagol, Nazagol, and Omnigol. When the triplets were all in the 20-30 range, their father, Iban, had come and taken them from Viziella. Iban renamed them. She is kind, generous, and loving. Though she has not seen any of the three since they were taken, which also means she only knows them by their original names Vizier (Demagol), Azier (Nazagol), Aiella (Omnigol). Age is 450-500 -Omnigol Doomforged (Aiella Vezkra)- Omnigol is the youngest sister of Demagol and Nazagol, standing at about 5'2-5'3. She has the same glowing eyes of all Doomforged, and with the same bloodred color of her siblings. She also, like her brothers are handsome, is strikingly beautiful, and looks like a carbon copy of her mother (But, ya know, Doomforged). She always resented their father Iban Doomforged the most, due to her attachment to her mother. She takes after her mother, and is perhaps the kindest of the triplets, though she is still aggressive like any other Doomforged. Age is 370-380 -Nazagol Doomforged (Azier Vezkra)- The younger brother of Demagol, and older brother of Aiella. He stands around 5'3-5'4, with the same eyes as his siblings. He is handsome like his brother, and took to his father Iban faster than Omnigol or Demagol. Age is 370-380. PM me if you want to play any of these three.

Demagol nods to everyone, and nodding once more to Skippy. "Maneh t'anks, my King."

Demagol nods to Bael "Do as ye wish, weh'll nee' t'e 'elp."

Demagol nods to those who speak, saying: "Ah t'ank ye, t'is will be nae easeh task. Aneh'un else?"

A Doomforged steps with a notable limp onto the tavern stairs, gesturing and beckoning dwedmar to listen. After gathering a sizable crowd, Demagol speaks: "My fellow dwedmar, ah come befer ye tuh ask fer assistance. Why, do ah ask fer such? Well, as maneh of ye know, t'e citeh was attacked by ah unknown entiteh. It swarmed it's silvahfish an' fiorerod demons oveh t'e few dwed w'o fough' back, onleh did weh push t'e tiode w'en more dwed showed up. T'is...monstrositeh... didnae onleh seek tuh destroy us an' our citeh, bu' it sought tuh /consume/ us, in which it did my cu'zn, an' even my wife, w'o t'ank Yemekar fer monks, is still aliove tuhday." Demagol stops for a moment, looking down and swallowing, before looking back up. His bloodred gaze sweeping across those assembled. "As ye can tell, t'is entiteh 'as rubbed me t'e wron' way, an' ah may not look it now, bu' ah'm seethin'. Ah wan' t'is fawker dead an' gone. Bu' not onleh t'at, ah wan' tuh make it feel pain. Bu' ah cannae do t'is alone...so...ah ask ye...my fellow dwedmar of Urguan...t'at ye 'elp me in t'is fiogh' fer vengence." The Doomforged stands patiently on top of the tavern stairs, his elven ears flicked upward to hear a response.

Demagol nods, preparing a few ideas for the meeting.

A certain Doomforged slowly lowers his head listening to this, to any witness it would look as if he were holding vigil. He mutters "..An' so 'e spoke.." He then gives a few short claps and returns to his drink.

Mairin steps into the house, pulling her coat off and draping it over the couch. She sighs lightly, then wanders throughout the house stopping at the study, and peeking inside. Upon seeing her mother, she raises a brow, poking her head inside "Mother?"

a. Your IGN : ThumperJack_ b. Character Name: Mairin Ilesca c. References (Don't have references? I've got plenty to show you, or you can give me creative control): Make the dress more of a darker, pale blue though. d. Other notes (Bribes, character details that help with "mood" of the skin, specific deadlines, etc): Pale hair, Pale-ish skin, Pale-ish blue eyes And I'll send you 100 minas when I get the chance :)

Accepted, PM me In-game or over the forums and I'll get you sorted out.

Demagol walks up to the child, at his art, then shrugs "Why not." And orders a painting. Payment Screen shot(Tips are appreciated ): Are you willing to wait? (Got work life so will do them when free after work): Mhm What body build ? (body structure? tall?wide? short?): 5'4 What position do you want ? If there is a picture you want to reference send a link (Picture References make it much EASIER!): https://gyazo.com/e8b6c56e5cb874366ab3795b0baf6a3b, that is the exact positioning I want, replace the coffee with a wine glass though Character skin: (Can I just get PNG file or an imgur link, not screenshot.) Do you want the rig or your Skin features: http://imgur.com/wn4UMcc Skin Features Eyes?: Glowing, Bloodred Mouth?: Skin Features Eyebrow?: Skin Features If you want mobs or items around your character list (up to 5): Wine Glass in his hand Scenery, (If you want to be in an area and its in Vailor send me a screen and cords to set up the area. This is the hardest part of pictures besides the positioning): No background, like what you did at the top

Character Name Demagol Doomforged Basic Information Nicknames: Cuddlebug, Demmie, Demi, Demigod, Dema, and many others Age: 495 Gender: Male Race: Doomforged Status: Alive Description Height: 5'4, 5'5 in armor Weight: 190 pounds Body Type: Demagol keeps up a well-exercised physique, but looking much the same as your average stout dwarf, perhaps less stocky. Eyes: Glowing, Bloodred Hair: Black Skin: Extremely Dark grey Markings/Tattoos: Burn scars that center around the right side of his chest, continue on till his golem arm (Burn ran the length of his arm before it the stone appendage). The burn goes up his neck and ends around his right eye. Health: Great Personality: Depends largely on where he is and who he's with at a time. When he is with other Doomforged (And some other dwarves) he can be loud, rude, humorous, but mostly happy. When in formal company, he is calm, polite, and kind. However, like all other Doomforged, he can go from calm to raging in a heartbeat. It's oftentimes noticeable that he tries to keep his natural anger in check. Inventory: Justice (Longsword, reinforced with Asgolian Steel), Wroth (Flanged mace, reinforced with Asgolian Steel), various traveling supplies such as food and water, and varying types of armor. When he's wearing robes or simple clothing he will always have some type of light armor underneath (Usually chainmail with light plating over important parts of the body). Other times, he wears the traditional heavy Asgolian Steel plating of the Doomforged (Heavy armor that emits an orange-red glow in some places). Further Details: His right arm is not of flesh, it is a stone, runic golem appendage. He bears some of the striking, youthful features of the Mali'ker on the left side of his face, where fire has not ravaged it. Life Style Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Deity: Dormmar Religion: Brathmordakin Alliance/Nation/Home: Urguan Job/Class: Blacksmith, Warrior Title(s): Senator, Clan Elder Profession(s): Smithing, Mining, Cooking Special Skill(s): Flaw(s): Stubborn, Quick to anger (In some cases) Relations: Children: Many. Father/Mother: Iban Doomforged(Kahzo), Caeriline(Unplayed) Grandparents: Urir Ireheart, Faeyin Cousins: Many.

A tall, dark figure in armored robes nods to his Lord's words, then he turns and begins to walk off, into the shadows, only his rasping breathe heard, until even that is lost within the night.

Demagol blinks a moment, squinting at it, then scratchs his cheek. He shrugs "Meh, mus've been my imagination."

Demagol looks out to the sea occasionally as he prepares to head to the Grandaxe Isle, then he starts humming "Ah'm comin' 'ome... Ah'm comin' 'ome..."

A young Mairin Ilesca smiles to her new siblings as they rest, then wanders outside "Home." ((Very nice post, and to those looking to play my siblings, I recommend it. Very enjoyable roleplay))

Demagol wipes sweat from his brow as he finishes a sword, then reading news of such, and the brow tightens "T'e good, 'onorable dwedmar left in t'is land are fadin' aweh...t'is ah piteh."

What is ye name?- Demagol Doomforged How active are you in the kingdom? ((How long you are online each day/week))- Very Active, may change in a few weeks. What god do ye worship the most? (( Who is your patron god? Please read up on the relevant information under "The Brathmordakin".))- Dormmar, Lord of Flesh, Patron of the Doomforged ((What is your skype name? This is not required however if you give it you'll be added to the eventual Dwarven clergy chat.))- I do not have it.

Demagol wanders inside to see Chagrin being a drunk, and he raises his runic arm and smacks him across the face. "Sheddep. We all killed dwed."

Demagol blinks at this, then nods, taking a seat at the senate table, watching this with a curious look.

Demagol looks up from his forge as he recieves a letter, he takes it from the beardling, handing him a few coins, then sending him off. He sits down opening the letter, then reading. As he reads, he smiles lightly, then shakes his head, writing off a new letter to Z'raeth. "Z'reath my dear, I'm afraid I cannot attend due to past events that I plan on adjusting soon enough. Salendys, Leyu, and Celia, yes we had another, will be able to come. But do not be surprised if I'm not there. ~Demagol" He watchs the bird fly off, then he sighs "Tiome ah fixed t'is."

Demagol stands in front of the so called 'Blackgrave Forest', humming, before breaking into a low song The Doomforged ends his song, clenching his runic fist "Both Kings are dis'onorable, bu' Verthaik less so." He turns, and strides off, humming once more.